She gently pats his shoulder at that, smile briefly going wry. The one person actively trained to fight and he had fallen into a coma of all things.

"I'm alright now, dear." It is the truth, best not to directly state 'i died', the young man already had enough on his plate. "It turns out the Captains destroyed some poor people's planet. The refugees from that destruction... were angry and wanted to strike back." That is the simplest terms she can settle it at. "We were instructed to kill them or we would die." It is clear enough in her tone Toriel even now finds that idea terrible foolish.

"I'm not entirely certain how half the ship became glass, but... it reflects what we saw of their ship and the refugees are gone now." She at least knew those left alive were thrown into the ingress. "It was an ugly scene."