"'m not a crybaby," they mumble in protest, though Frisk does try to stem the tide of snot and tears. A few deep breaths, and they feel a little more stable. Enough to pull back and wipe at their eyes before giving Sans a wobbly but kind smile.

"'N she won't. Mom likes you a lot." Considering Toriel had stopped at that one fireball with Asgore, Frisk can't see her breaking her own moral code against Sans of all people.