It might be counter-intuitive, under the circumstances, but it happens to work. Sans tenses up for a moment...and then he settles, some of his bones creaking a little as the tension bleeds out of them. A long, tired sigh rumbles in his ribcage.

"I'll try." It's a big castle, but he's a much bigger monster than he used to be. The general idea is appreciated, though. "Thanks, kid."