With Papyrus and Sistina able to tag team (within a given radius of movement), the hours passed without too much stircrazy. There's a few more snow sculptures nearby, a goose-shaped snow angel, and at some point Papyrus took a trip back inside for food. Leftover containers are tucked just against the hot tub where they should stay warm enough not to freeze, Papyrus is absently munching on something while reading, and Sistina's settled on the tub's stairs, unwilling to look away from the waters for more than a couple minutes at a time.

"Hi, Sans," Papyrus puts the book down and grins at his brother. "You look better!"

No more stone, at least that he can see from here, and more signs of energy and curiosity. The green liquid knows its stuff, he concludes, and nods encouragingly. Finally, things can really start getting back to normal. A new normal. Which is more going forward... which is better, anyway.

"Mmmf. It's been a few hours," the daemon says, lifting her head from the rim. "I was getting worried. And your face markings changed, is that supposed to happen?"