"Papyrus, you can't tell me no one on board would try to hurt Sans." Rosethorn suspects Chara. She won't be surprised when the news of the next trial comes through, but she isn't going looking for them until she's finished with Papyrus. "I hope that his death won't last, because it does seem to be a more temporary thing here."

If Rosethorn were someone, anyone, else, this is where she'd reach out, lay a hand on Papyrus' arm, wrap an arm around him, take his hand, something. But she isn't someone else. She just watches him with sympathy and concern as she continues steadily, "You can't find your brother, and there was a pile of dust in his place. That isn't the kind of prank someone who cares about you would play. We need to assume he's gone."