[It's hard to say what makes her head figuratively snap around more; the sudden appearance of the technicolor griffin (or what she assumes is one, at least), or the fact that this mysterious fellow is calling said griffin by her father's name.]
Goodness, is that yours?!
[And yet, from her vantage point behind the man, and particularly so with the now-glaring comparison of the big rainbow animal next to the relatively tiny and perplexed-looking dragon, some of her fear starts to ebb away and wind up replaced with her innate tender-hearted compassion.]
...Oh. It...it is rather small, isn't it...
[Funny how that doesn't tend to matter at first glance, when your trauma is in the figurative driver's seat. But now, with the benefit of the man's calm and a little perspective, she's starting to see her formerly-terrifying familiar for the reasonably harmless creature it is.]
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Goodness, is that yours?!
[And yet, from her vantage point behind the man, and particularly so with the now-glaring comparison of the big rainbow animal next to the relatively tiny and perplexed-looking dragon, some of her fear starts to ebb away and wind up replaced with her innate tender-hearted compassion.]
...Oh. It...it is rather small, isn't it...
[Funny how that doesn't tend to matter at first glance, when your trauma is in the figurative driver's seat. But now, with the benefit of the man's calm and a little perspective, she's starting to see her formerly-terrifying familiar for the reasonably harmless creature it is.]