[ His hairears twitch in concern. As long as they don't go too far, he can keep an eye on them. It'd be the best option, though he's loathe to allow it. But if it gets Frisk to breathe normally, to get out of any potential danger... it's worth it. ]

Will you take my hand, at least? Don't worry. I can keep you safe, I'm well-armed, you see?

[ Raising an arm, he shows his white and gold sheathed vessel hanging off of his waist. ]

Though I don't know the way out of here, at least let me protect you for a while, until you can catch your breath.