She finally looks back at her mother when Marta pulls a hideous, cheaply-made, fabric doll out at last. All that digging for that very anticlimactic, sad, somewhat disturbing little doll? Violet’s eyes light up, intently devoted to the doll, and Damien shoves by me so he can study her better. There’s a look of pure awe and joy on her face, as though she couldn’t be any happier in this moment.
