He just kind of sits there, staring at Edward, not even sure what to do. He lets his hand grip Edward's tightly and he swallows against a suddenly dry throat. Could it... really be? But Edward would know... The curses here do horrible things not... not give hallucinations that ask how you're doing...
Completely unsure of what to actually say and fearing his voice would crack at the prospect of it really being their mother, Alphonse merely nods, though it's a little rapid and off kilter. Not surprising, really. He'd... wondered if this place could... ohgod...