Behind Closed Doors: Chapter 3 - Genuine Concern
That new, seemingly-empathetic voice caused a bit more suspicion given what you had just gone through with the first 'thing' you've met down here, but as the footsteps approached more, the figure stopped a few feet away with a frown of concern.
A goat-headed humanoid stood in front of you with a hand covering it's mouth slightly, staring at your arm and misshapen ankle. "Oh dear. Are you alright..? What on earth happened?"
From your sitting position where you last fell, you rest your left arm safely on a knee before speaking. "Hang on, hang on. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me for letting it happen a second time."
*SEPARATE*
You had clear tones of pain in your frustration. After all, your arm was still broken, and as was your ankle. The Womanly-Voiced figure lowered her hand and knelt for a moment, getting down to your level.
"I can promise you I mean no harm. I'll show you that there's no need to worry, my child."
...'My Child'? The thought made you smirk internally. What am I, five?
She hovered her hands over your arm for a few moments, and during then an oddly green light seemed to flow from her hands before a green-colored flame left her palms and entered the area where your arm had been broken.
Just like that, your arm made a slow and abrupt cracking noise (Oddly painless, too..?) and seemed to straighten out.
When she moved her hands slowly down your body, your ribs felt less sensitive, and your ankle even did a quick -Click!- back into place. You were in disbelief! "What..? How did.. you..-"
*SEPARATE*
She interrupted by placing a hand on your shoulder and offering a very soft, genuine smile. "See? There is nothing to be afraid of. I am Toriel, caretaker of the RUINS." As she introduced herself, you felt it only fair to do the same. She just apparently healed you, after all.
"I, uh.. I'm.. 'Manny'. You still seemed in slight disbelief about the fact that she healed you, but when she took your hand and helped you up there was no pain in your leg and arm. "That's.. going to need some getting used to." You idly commented, still staring at your recently-fixed leg.
In a new and slightly happier voice, she noted, "You are the first human to come down here in a long time. Come! I will guide you through the catacombs.. This way." She let go of your hand and began walking forwards, stopping after about 8 steps to turn her head to you.
You stood there and contemplated the recent events. This definitely screamed second chance, but even then your actions still lingered over you.. your decisions. Something seemed to keep you going though, and as you started to walk forwards you smiled your new friend, mumbling to yourself through a small part in your lips,
"...Well, here goes nothing."
*SEPARATE*
I kind of didn't know what name to use for the protagonist, so I used one off the top of my head! It's something different, so I figured I'd give it a shot.