Comfort, however small, nestled it’s way in her chest. The language spoken between father and son was one that was familiar to her, spoken between her own family.

Maybe she was not so far from home after all?

Distrusting, yet hopeful attention flicked from one to the other, mostly staying on the one who was closer, the boy with the glow — something she’d absolutely never seen from anyone in her homeland. It put an edge to her fear, a curiosity to learn of things that were different she’d carried since she could open her eyes and walk.

”Well…” Yes, the butterfly was indeed a pretty thing, and she could admit to a chase of a number of bugs in her own time, being the scientist that she was. ”I don’t want you to hurt it.” Which, naturally, was her problem.

The small girl took a few steps, tentative, towards the boy, brows still furrowed in her determination to seem aggressive in the face of a stranger. Two, in this case.

Tail was tucked between short, chubby legs, ears flat in her approach. ”Who are you?” Demanding in her fake bravado, ”And where am I?”