She does as he says, sitting down and breathing and clinging to his hand a little bit. More than a little, honestly. The pun draws a small ghost of a smile out of her, earning her a derisive laugh from the red tinged skeleton behind Sans.

What, so his dusty jokes, you like? That's cold, Lara.

Her eyes flicker, briefly, to Not-Sans and then back to the real one. "I'm all right. It's all right."

It is very demonstrably not all right and Sans can probably tell just by looking at her. She has at least started sleeping slightly more than she was before, but still less than she probably needs and the strain of the constant hallucinations are starting to wear on her.

"I missed you," she adds, without thinking, tears slipping down her cheeks again.