Quietly steps to her door. This is hard to do, having grown attached to the small child, but he sees it must be done. With a knock, Asgore waits until Toriel answers before carefully handing the child to her. He can't be fit to take care of her, and his own self doubt has now pushed the idea of parenting away once more. No words spoken, just a little nod and a smile. And with that, he left.
A cordial frostiness graces Toriel’s features when she answers the door and notes the identity of her visitor. At best, things are civil but one could not consider them friends yet by any means.
She accepts the child from him, quietly confused but figuring he experienced the same thing as herself, with the mysterious appearance of lost children. The fact that he’d entrust the little one to her is oddly touching in a way. Though it’s still not enough for her to forgive the past.
A small crack appears in her icy demeanor though, regardless. As he turns and leaves, Toriel calls out to his retreating figure.
* “Asgore… thank you.”
