It had been a while since you had fallen, and Toriel had found you.

She brung you to her home, granted you a place to stay, and looked after you as if you were her own.

After an hour or two of sleeping, you awoken to find yourself atop Toriels lap. Just as you were when you fell asleep. Toriel still loosely held the book she had fallen asleep to.

The room was oddly peaceful. The lights were dim, the curtains were shut, and the fire had a nice, homey feel to it.

"..."

Feeling Toriels' chest rise and fall against your back was lovely, and it filled you with a sense of happiness.