Her hand finds his shoulder easily again, offering it a comforting squeeze before she drifts back to work as she talks. "Don't worry yourself on it. The good news is those who died are starting to return now, myself included obviously." Thinking about her own death is certainly... unnerving. Toriel isn't about to dwell on it deeply now, not when work needs to be done. She covers her discomfort with a warmer smile.

"Hopefully we can all learn from this. Learn bloodshed does not need to be the only resort in a hostile situation." She works on picking up glass pieces with her gloved hands, careful with her movements.