"I know, love, I know." She answered gently back, keeping Asriel as close as she can whilst keeping a steady stride forward. They can't linger. They can't be caught in the crossfire. Gunfire grows louder. Loud enough Toriel shifts their course. Hiding in their room seems the only sensible plan, the hard part is getting there amongst the chaos.

"We'll be safe soon." She can lock the door, lock her children away from this. "Please, if you can call Frisk and Chara- we need to find them."

Toriel assumes the MID's work still, assumes and hopes.