Lara leans right into him, letting her head drop again. Closing her eyes for just a moment, because the relief is nearly overwhelming. Where Sans' is looking there flicker of... Something. Red and incandescent for just a moment, like flame flaring up from nothing, angry and alive and then gone in the next. The place in the hall isn't suddenly more empty, but there is a strange lack of something that wasn't there before.

One battle is not a war won.

The thought is an idle one, almost not her own, but she ignores it and leans back, rubbing away the last of the tear tracks on her cheeks. "We ought to get up before someone trips over us."