Huaisang looks up at the words, seeing the wet and exhausted stranger and immediately dropping the gift box. "Working out frustrations and making firewood, why not," he answers, heading over to Sans without any hesitation and taking his hands. Since this guy is already dragging himself along on his stomach, Huaisang feels no guilt whatsoever about literally dragging him toward the fire and then dropping him beside it.

There's a surprising amount of upper body strength in Huaisang, considering that he's all of 5'7" (rounding up. generously.) and wearing a dress. But he knows his limits and he knows there's no way he's lifting a grown man. Dragging him will have to do.

"Dismantling this place seems like the best way to get firewood. I should probably see if someone can bring an axe."

Squatting down beside his new beneficiary, Huaisang gives him a tentative poke. "Take off your wet things and I'll lend you my coat."