She leans right into him, relief mixing with exhaustion and left over threads of grief.

"I don't think that was ever your decision to make," she tells him quietly, watching the blood soaked Sans sneering at her, "I have a very good memory, unfortunately. And even if the world was... reset. Or written over. That doesn't undo what happened."

The Not-Sans' sneer turns nearly into a snarl. Poor, poor little girl. Got your skelepal back, but you're still gonna whine, whine all night. Is your ass ever jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth.

Lara's eyes narrow in a frown, a response on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it back.