The leverage from someone else--someone taller; Huaisang has seven generous inches on him--is enough to get Sans to his feet again. Sans is cold and exhausted and his muscles only seem to work when forced, but pain has started to prickle in his skin again, and that's better than being numb.

"I should just start leavin' a set of clothes here, I guess." He hates this stupid human body with its stupid cold sensitivity. Never mind that even as a skeleton Sans would suffer the cold if he got dropped right into an icy lake, he is not in the mood to be charitable toward the changes forced on him. He does start tugging at his wet clothes, at least--he's figured out by now those aren't going to help. "Some food. Somethin' to drink. You could get a whole thing goin' here."