Adjusting to be ripped away from her own world and suddenly in Kansas in another had been surprisingly easy for Emma to adjust to. She'd been taken away to other worlds before. So really, that wasn't anything new for her. The real shocker was finding out that she had apparently already been there, made a life for herself, and had a kid. That she didn't even remember having.
Emma would be the first to admit to herself that she had no freaking idea how the hell she was supposed to act around this kid. Maybe she'd grow attached to her, like she did with Henry. The thing with Henry was, though, she at least remembered having him. It was going to be a little bit harder to form an attachment with a kid she didn't even remember.
Still, she'd feel horrible if she did anything to scar the kid for life if she didn't at least meet her first before deciding what the hell she was going to do. Being a foster kid herself, the one thing Emma understood was that it sucked feeling like your parents abandoned you...and she would hate for Aislinn to grow up feeling like Emma never gave a damn about her. At least with Henry, he was old enough to where he understood why Emma had given him up, and he had Regina to act as a parent to him. And while Lois seemed like she was doing a really great job taking care of her, Emma didn't want to confuse Aislinn by being around, but not ever actually taking care of her.
When Lois arrived with Aislinn in tow, Emma forced a grin. Well, at least she made the little girl happy by at least just being back. And with the way she was running towards her, it'd be cruel if Emma denied her actual contact. So, she pushed any worries or doubts she currently had aside, and crouched to Aislinn's level.
"Hey, Aislinn!" She said, trying to sound as excited to see her daughter as she was to see her mother. She opened her arms, allowing her to run in for a hug, before looking up at Lois.
"Thanks," she said. "I know this probably really isn't very easy for you."