The mimicky earns a soft smile from the boss monster. Frisk will always be her child, her monster child in her heart of hearts. Toriel knows logically it is still, but she still finds herself doing this with Frisk. Her rumbling grows deeper in sound, reverberating lightly against Frisk.

A clawed hand drifts up from Frisk's back to brush through the child's hair fondly. A slow copy of their usual morning routine together.