To be honest, Emma wasn't sure where her daughter had picked up such a polite disposition. Both she and Jim were very matter-of-fact. Her maternal grandmother, maybe. Though Emma knew from keeping up with life in Storybrook that her mother was fiery and independent, she also knew that Mary Margaret was the kindest person she'd ever met. It was nice to see some of that come out in her little girl.
All she really knew was it felt good to have her baby's hand in hers. She'd gone so wrong with Henry, it was nice to see she might do better by Aurora. And at fifteen, she hadn't gotten much affection from the girl any longer, so every moment of it was precious.
The affection from Jim, though... It was something, at least. For a man who had only so formally taken her hand to dance in his time, every step was crucial. She wanted to hold him and tell him it'd be okay but she knew he couldn't handle that yet. So she used her free hand to reach up and lightly touch the hand on her shoulder before starting to lead the way inside. It was funny, knowing that to him, she'd never been there and yet to her, this place was home. Again. Damn Seal.
She squeezed her daughter's hand reassuringly as they made their way to the front hall. "We'll answer what we can. You know we can't tell you everything, though. Too much chance we'll do something wrong, something's at changes things for you." It was both a notice to him and a warning to her daughter. Aurora wasn't used to the insanity of the Seal and the crazy people of Lawrence. She didn't know rules of not messing with time. All they needed was one of those vigilante types banging on their door and scolding them.