Duchess hears the tiny footsteps through her light catnap and soon enough raises her head, swiveling around to look Frisk in the eye.

A child! Considering the avian denizens of this place, she was expecting... something worse. Duchess rises to her feet and looks over the small human, noting with concern the pale, rippling scar across their throat.

She holds back from commenting and merely offers a purr, tail curling over her paws. Will they approach?