Chara sat on the arm of the couch, her red eyes looking over his broken body. He was brushing this off as if it was no big deal. He almost died for her, so much faith in the fact that she would to the right thing and not take advantage of his weaken state. Sure, she had been harmless, but she never kept from Sans all the bad she had done. Aside from telling him what she did to piss him off so badly underground that caused him to kill Frisk hundreds of time. Chara wondered if she did tell him, if he would have just let her die, save himself. Honestly, it was just those two that knew she still existed, so no one would have really missed her. "If you wanted attention all you had to do was ask, getting yourself almost killed could have been plan B." She laughed at him, thinking how he was starting to look like a mummy.
Deep down Frisk wouldn’t have minded if Chara died, and Sans came out without injury. She felt selfish, she did forgive Chara, she see's that she has perhaps really changed. But if given the choice, she would choose Sans every time. It was still eating her that Chara and Sans has gotten so close, Chara knowing how she feels about him. Maybe she was trying to take him from her…she looked over to Chara as looked at Sans, wondering what she was up too. She shook her head and gave a light sad smile at her comment. Once he was better, she wants to have another chance of being alone with him. "Well, I done what I could, now you need to rest. We will be right here if you need anything. Speaking of, do you?" She moved off the couch, loading her things back in the bag she brought.