As response to this answer!
Her eyes glazed for a moment when she saw it.
She should be concerned. Terrified. Concerned that they know of them. That they know their likeness. That they knew her likeness at a younger age. It screamed suspicion, yelled mistrust, and yet...
Her chest, it was tight. What was this feeling? Her brow furrowed in an attempt to take a defensive stance, but her eyes felt at risk of starting to sting. Her life since waking in this city was a rush, a scrimmage for information. It even started feeling like a fever dream, but...
Her father... simply his visage next to hers granted her great comfort, joy and sadness in equal measure. And her grandfather... While not as close emotionally as the other man, seeing his figure was nostalgic and brought back memories of a time past when life made a little more sense, as odd as that sounds. The three of them, standing together...
She gave the globe a short shake. The illusion of a snowy world, falling by the three with quiet abandon... nothing existed beyond. Nothing to fear...
No. She should be wary. She should address this logically. She should derive what information she can out of this--
...just like a normal family.
She held it close to her chest. Looked up at the fox-featured male who gifted her with it.
“I... Thank you. I don’t... I won’t lose this.”