It takes him a minute to emerge from the water, his tentacles rising into the air to drag Sans and Eruka out from where he was dragged within. He took most of the damage, trying not to flail the both of them in the process of recovering, his body pressing against the water like he's climbing out of muck. He grimaces on his hands and knees on the water as if it was solid, his Beta clothes torn down one side and his hand moves upwards to check for his visor on reflex, ignoring the way his air refuses to enter his lungs or the blood dragging from his face. Oh, that hurt but his power is holding him upright, his arm grasping at Eruka to drag her back against him with his other hand reaching out to pull Sans closer.

His fingers dig into his now wet thigh pack to ease out his healing draught, taking a dose of it and glancing down at Sans with his dazed expression. His fingers lightly tap at his cheek, trying to get him alert and active enough to see the draught if necessary, "If you need this take it."