When Sans arrives, he brings his light with him, oozing out between his wings. He's careful to pull it inward, though, keeping it to himself, not wanting to damage the corpse with it. The dripping, inky blackness from his eyes he allows more freedom. Sans doesn't have to worry about damaging any of the fungus; he's floating, with so many wings to hold him up.

"Hey. Guess you were right." About the messenger thing. Is that too informal? It probably doesn't matter. Formality and informality aren't concepts relevant to Okpaza anyway.