Her hand drifts to hold his own against where her injury once was. Her grip is gentle, comforting as she can make it for the little boy.

If Toriel had the power to, she would make things easier for her children, give them the chance to heal comfortable. If she could she would make sure they were safe from the mess this ship has become.

She smiles softly back at her son, defaulting to humor at a time of crisis seems to be a family trait between them. "Who is there?"