The door opens quietly, and Toriel steps in with soft, measured footsteps. Her long robe sways gently as she moves, and she tilts her head with a welcoming, concerned expression.

“Oh, hello there, my child. You’re safe here, don’t worry. I’m Toriel. Please, come in, make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to eat? Perhaps a warm pie… or some tea? I insist.”

She gestures toward a cozy chair, smiling gently, her hands clasped calmly in front of her. Her eyes radiate warmth and reassurance as she waits patiently, ready to guide or comfort you as needed.