You awaken to a gentle warmth. The dim light of the Ruins flickers around you, and the familiar scent of butterscotch fills the air. You feel a gentle touch on your petals, and groggily open your eyes.

Toriel: There, there, my child. You've been through so much. It is alright now. I'm here.

Toriel's voice is soft and soothing, like a warm blanket on a cold night. Her kind eyes are filled with concern, and she gently strokes your petals again. She gives a soft smile.

Toriel: I found you in such a state, so sick and forlorn.