"That's the plan, we get through to her!" Papyrus agrees, frowning as he looks out and away. "She won't have forgotten us and the carnival all the way down, deep down... and whatever the Huntsman does, isn't as bad as the Void."

Appeals to friendship, with pressure from song and creation, worked out there. Surely it will again.

"But... maybe Ignatius could eat her this time, if it's too slow-going..?"

He doesn't know if the fire-and-ice fae is wild enough to have picked up that particular ability, Ignatius nevered offered it with the Mother of Invention... But saving her in return would be the time, if any.