The delicious smell of butterscotch and cinnamon lingering together was what awoke the battered girl, eyes finally opening behind dirty lenses, causing her to try and wipe them clean with the bottom of her green sweater. She found she wasn't as mobile as she was prior to passing out, causing the teen to look down to discover her injured arm snugly placed in a makeshift sling. Staring thoughtfully at the limb, she couldn't help but look around as to where she might be right now. It didn't take her long to find out where the source of the wonderful smell was coming from, causing her mouth to slightly water. Placed precariously in the middle of the room was a piece of pie, no longer freshly warm, but tantalizing nonetheless.

She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, nor how long she had been asleep for. Before making an effort to devour the tempting morsel, she first took pause to assess her surroundings. The room was pleasantly pink even in the dark, her body resting in a small twin-sized bed with a shelf to the right of it. A lamp rested on top of the nightstand, and upon closer inspection there were a few toys scattered along the plush carpet. Her dirty boots landed with a tentative thud as she finally closed in on the desert innocently waiting for her approach. She didn't remember how she had gotten here, but she assumed that the soft voice she had heard before blacking out was the reason behind the new scenery.

Delicately lifting the plate with one hand, Kylie took a moment to glance around the quiet room one last time, before settling on the edge of the bed with the food on her lap. Clinking the fork against the porcelain as she cut a piece, she took a deep breath in before finally having a bite. She probably shouldn't be eating random things she found on the ground, they could be laced with poison for all she knew, but whether it was the gnawing hunger or the strange comfort she felt in this place; her worries had been all but washed away. When the smooth consistency of the pie hit her lips she sighed softly, enjoying the sensation and texture on her tongue. Although it was no longer fresh from the oven, the taste was still quite heavenly.

As her eyes fluttered closed to savor the taste, she almost didn't notice the shuffling of feet behind the door to her left. Freezing mid-bite she glanced to the side, watching with sudden uncertainty as the door slowly creaked open to reveal the soft goat-like features of a... what was she? Her eyes were such a pleasant shade of violet, wide and expressive as a smile graced her ivory features. The girl nearly choked on her food as she attempted to gain composure, trying and failing to scoot back with an injured arm. The effort caused her to twist the appendage, a whimper escaping those soft lips as she looked once again with fear at the creature before her.

"Oh dear," came the soft tone of the matronly one, lips pursing as she honed in on the wrapped shoulder. She wanted to take a step closer, but paused knowing that this wouldn't be the wisest decision. This girl may have been older, but she was scared and obviously didn't know anything about being near a monster. They were still but a myth to most, and thus seeing one in the flesh was quite the sight to behold. Yet much to Toriel's relief the dark haired beauty managed to finally settle herself, taking a deep breath and simply stare with questioning eyes at the woman before her. This brought yet another smile to the goat's features, and after shuffling her feet slowly forward, she spoke again in her sweet lilt,"I'm sorry to have startled you dearest. I simply came in to check on your shoulder. You had taken quite the fall." Her eyes gleamed with warmth and comfort, it causing all of the concern to melt away as Kylie finally managed to relax beneath the lavender gaze.

"How are you enjoying the pie?" She questioned cheerfully, managing to make it the edge of the bed without objection from the scared child before her. Despite what the human would think of her age, in the older monster's eyes; she was but a babe. Living hundreds of years did that to you. Batting dark lashes she tentatively leaned against the foot board, only receiving a minor flinch at this action, before continuing rather casually,"One wouldn't think butterscotch and cinnamon could go well together, but they actually compliment each other nicely. I find it to be quite a comforting treat." She was being honest in her statement, but she also chose not to admit that it was honestly one of the only pies she knew how to make; aside from snail pie of course. But from what she had perceived from the other children, this was definitely not a human favorite.

Kylie only listened with the utmost curiosity; fearful curiosity, but curiosity nonetheless. She was enraptured in which the way the goat beast walked, how her hands and feet were more like paws than hooves, and how even though she was twice the height and width of the human, she still came off as gentle and harmless. Perhaps that was all part of her charm. Blinking slowly as to register the matron's words, she looked down to her half-eaten meal before slowly looking into those beautiful eyes once again, and shyly smiling. At the sight of a nod Toriel was almost elated, ready to rush over and begin to inspect the progression of healing upon the arm. She had managed to control herself in the nick of time, simply taking in a deep breath and letting her smile widen, taking a hesitant step in the direction of the bed and speaking softly,"My name is Toriel. It is a pleasure to finally meet you properly. May I check on your arm? I want to see how well it's healing."

She had asked kindly, and the injured girl had let her slowly approach, but now the thought of her arm being messed with made her relatively nervous. There was only certain boundaries she could really cross, and at this moment she had let the goat mom cross many of them in a short matter of time. Most days even fellow humans couldn't really get her to smile in their direction, let alone get so close. It was after a few deep breaths and staring hard into those eyes she had come to find oh so fascinating did she finally relent; bringing herself tentatively closer to the woman. Green eyes looked at her with all of the fear built up within her mind as the thoughts raced to all of the possible outcomes of this decision. She only hoped that she could trust her like her heart was telling her to. Soft fur soon met fair skin and an involuntary shiver ran along her spine, eyes closing but for a moment as if to embrace a sudden impact, soon reopening to watch and see just what goat mom (she decided this was a good nickname for Toriel) intended to do.

Toriel had not let the evident fear from the girl go unnoticed, yet felt grateful she had accepted her assistance. She was the utmost gentle in removing the sling, having not paid attention to where her fur was brushing. She was so focused on making sure everything looked okay, and soon she had freed the arm; causing a frown to purse her furry complexion. The arm was now relatively swollen, hanging limply to the girl's side as she ran her paws along it, causing the younger to wince at certain spots. Obviously it wasn't going to get better with simple rest and ice, and her healing magic could really only do so much. Much to her displeasure she would need an outside source for help, and that meant her and herself escaping the Ruins in hopes of finding better medical assistance.

Toriel's mind immediately went to the royal scientist, whose research and knowledge of the human anatomy would hold ample information on what she needed to do to properly heal the injury before it grew worse. Before the arm grew too numb from the swollen blood rushing to her elbow and wrist; the goat monster began to re-wrap and sling up the limb once more. Staring thoughtfully at her new companion she finally sighed, meeting the cautious girl's gaze sweetly,"I'm afraid it's a lot worse than I thought dear. It seems your wounds are slightly above my knowledge of handling, and my magic can only do so much. I would like to suggest that we bring you to the royal scientist Alphys. Do you have any objections?"

What else could Kylie really say? It wasn't like she had much choice if her captor had no knowledge on how to heal a broken arm. A frown graced her lips, and after a moments thought she shrugged, blankly looking to Toriel for answers. She needed her arm to be better if she were to somehow escape this hell, if she was actually still alive that was. For all she knew death could still be approaching, and she was just taking too long to die. That's what happened to the people who had accidents when rock climbing. They guy from 127 Hours spent well, 127 hours, trapped by a boulder before finally resorting to sawing his arm off. She didn't want to get to that point of desperation. With a gentle sigh she set her unfinished plate down on the nightstand calmly; she wasn't hungry anymore. She had too many questions that she was honestly too afraid to find out the answers to, and she wasn't sure she could come up with the courage to actually ask them anyway.

She waited for Toriel to say anything else, before delicately brushing crumbs off of her ripped and muddy jeans. She would need to patch these up when she could; she assumed there wasn't much for human clothing down here after all. Toriel seemed to take her shrug as consent, for she grabbed her cellphone and took a deep breath, cautiously dialing a number and waiting patiently as it trilled in her ear. She had waited so long she was ready to hang up, until a voice on the other end sputtered out. It was obviously surprised to be receiving a call from her, and with a sheepish grin she began explaining the situation at hand. Before she could get another word in Alphys was rambling on the other end out of shock and excitement that another human had appeared, before spouting out directions and leaving Toriel speechless. She could only mutter some form of agreement before they both hung up, and looked to the girl beside her quietly.

"She said she would have someone transport us to her shortly."

"We're ready whenever you are," came a deep voice in response behind her.