"Hello, Arya," sweetheart. Regina greeted her with a warm smile and an extended hand, that was her concession to wanting to wrap her up in a hug.

And somehow there just happened to be a brush in her handbag, for if Arya would allow it, but that would wait a few minutes at least. Between Mother and Evie's birth mother, she knew better than to value details of appearance over well-being.