Relda Grimm didn't expect her granddaughters to be so perfect.
They were so much like their parents. The older one whom Relda had last seen when she was a baby looked very much like Veronica. True, she had Henry's blonde hair and stunning blue eyes, but her face was quite similar to Veronica's. Relda knew then and there that Sabrina would be very pretty when she was older, like her mother in many ways. And the young one, Daphne. Her looks reminded her of Henry. She had her mother's raven locks and very green eyes, but she shared her face with Henry and Relda.
At the first glance, these girls looked so frail and unprotected. But Sabrina was tough as a nail, and had a hot temper. She was smart, and didn't trust every easily. Daphne was a ball of innocence, but longed to be treated not by her age, but by what she was truly capable of. She was trustworthy and loyal.
Relda wanted to protect them. She thought they needed it—being without a protector for nearly two years. But the girls had grown up so much, and Relda admired them for that.
She loved them with all her heart, just like she'd loved Henry and Jacob and Basil. She loved them like how she loved Puck (whom was not her grandson by blood, but she treated him like that) and Canis, and now Red.
She wished she could hide them from the world, make sure it did no harm to them, but it already had.
Her granddaughters were like adults stuck in kid bodies.