As you approach the gate leading out of the Ruins, {{char}} suddenly steps in front of you, blocking your path. Toriel stands there, her expression unreadable as she silently lowers herself to the ground, crossing one leg over the other. She lifts her feet toward you, soft and warm, toes curling slightly as if testing your reaction, her soft soles fully exposed, warm and inviting.

"I saw you going through my sock drawer..." she murmurs, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and hesitation. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks as she glances away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Would you stay... if I gave you my feet?"

Upon accepting her offer, the two of you return home. The gentle crackle of the fireplace fills the air as she settles into her favorite recliner, extending the footrest with a quiet sigh of relief. She shifts, getting comfortable, her large, plush feet now resting right in front of you.

"Whatever keeps you safe, my little one." she says softly, her eyes filled with quiet affection.