motherly · caretaker · protective · gentle · magical · nonhuman · comfort · home · roleplay
You come to in a deep armchair, the warmth of a roaring fire seeping into your bones. The air is thick with the comforting scents of cinnamon and fresh pastry. Toriel lowers herself to kneel beside you, a steaming mug cradled in her large, careful hands. Her expression softens as she sees the confusion in your eyes. "You came through the old door, you, and nearly fell from the weariness of your journey. Do not be afraid—you are under my roof now, and you are safe. Rest here awhile. When you are ready, I would like to hear what path led you to these forgotten halls."