[Toriel fussed over him for the rest of that day, and for much of the next week. Royal duties were delegated, medics from all over the kingdom were brought in, every spell she knew was tried...to no effect. Another week passed. She and her knights scorched that patch of earth looking to kill the flower. No luck. Each day she lingered, though she couldn't really explain to herself why.
She held a bony hand between her paws one evening, sunset filtering through the window.]
Oh, Sir Sans. We have tried for so long to revive you...but nothing is wrong, except that you seem to have lost the ability to awaken. We will not stop searching for a cure to this curse. But for your bravery...we have dubbed you Sir Sans the Gallant, forever at the head of our royal guard. If not for your actions, we would have lost so much more...
...but we have lost you, and I will not accept that outcome. Please return to us someday, Sans...and thank you.
[Before she could really think that this was a bad idea, she leaned down and pressed a light kiss to those unmoving teeth.]
you got it!
She held a bony hand between her paws one evening, sunset filtering through the window.]
Oh, Sir Sans. We have tried for so long to revive you...but nothing is wrong, except that you seem to have lost the ability to awaken. We will not stop searching for a cure to this curse. But for your bravery...we have dubbed you Sir Sans the Gallant, forever at the head of our royal guard. If not for your actions, we would have lost so much more...
...but we have lost you, and I will not accept that outcome. Please return to us someday, Sans...and thank you.
[Before she could really think that this was a bad idea, she leaned down and pressed a light kiss to those unmoving teeth.]