"For a king, Asgore really is forgetful..” she murmured, beginning back into the cave entrance that led to the throne room. She hadn’t come back here in a good bit. Once she helped everyone get situated on the Surface, being here actually made her feel rather regretful. She’d done a lot of things that, now that humans and monsters were beginning to get along-- made her feel a bit sickened with herself.
Nevertheless, as she walks down the hall to New Home, she paused. She could swear she just heard the clatter of something ahead of her. A spear reflexively formed in her hand as she continued onward. Sure, there wasn’t really much in the way of protection for the old.. new home, but she wasn’t about to have any squatters or hoodlums picking the place clean.