[It's a little hard not to be scared of someone that killed you, no matter how gently they approach. It's not quite as bad as their first meeting, but... she does visibly tense up, her body stiffening. No longer relaxed, as her gaze turns towards the young child at the door. Utterly devoid of the caring and warmth that they might normally see.
Toriel looks through you.]
No. I'm fine.
[Quick and terse. Not showing outright contempt of a child, but. Making her intentions clear. She'd prefer not to deal with them. She'd prefer to keep her distance.]
Time for more pain for Frisk
Toriel looks through you.]
No. I'm fine.
[Quick and terse. Not showing outright contempt of a child, but. Making her intentions clear. She'd prefer not to deal with them. She'd prefer to keep her distance.]