Sorry, Sans-Serif, no reassuring answers from Frisk regarding the kitty, at least not right now. They're just staring as wide-eyed as they can go, because they must've heard him wrong.

"Months? You--are just a baby!" They duck their head down to look at him more closely, as if they'd see some baby-ish qualities they hadn't spotted before. "...no wonder you get scared a lot. It's okay. I don't really have a mother, either." Toriel's here somewhere, they think, but they haven't been officially adopted in their timeline, so they think they can be safe in saying that.

They glance towards Duchess. "Sans-Serif's right. Most people are nice. If we need to, we can go to anybody. And there's food in the ballroom that's always there, and in the gardens, so it's fine."