"You don't need to apologize, my child." She states gently back, nosing carefully into Frisk's hair. She can walk and nuzzle at the same time, it's a task she's mastered after so long. Toriel hopes she can provide her child some comfort, a sense of home. A sense of safety.

"Simply- be a child, let me take care of you." All Toriel really wants is to let Frisk have a chance to be a child, to be safe. She's oblivious to her child's worries about their distance from a FILE or their worries of resets. She simply sees a small child pushing themselves to the limit. "Stay with me."