Sans appears, suddenly. He still has his seven eyes from Portland, but beyond that his form is back to the digitigrade legs and tail model - really, he wasn't that different looking as an angel to begin with.

He stares at the ashes and the egg - the ash is all too familiar conceptually, when it comes to death - and then he looks up at the others.

"Phoenix?" he asks. Like, it's pretty obvious when you add everything up.