When little Griar suddenly appeared right into the bright realm, he was actually instantly discovered, as everyone would take turns looking over the area they had all appeared in for him to show up in, so before his eyes could even adapt to the bright sunlight of this realm, he was instantly grabbed off the ground and smothered against someone's chest.
That was a common enough occurrence that he was able to recognise who it was from just that sensation pressing against his face.
"Aunty Antieeld?"
"Griar! Everyone was so worried about you! Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you scared? You look a bit thin! Come on, let's go see your mother, she's been worried sick!" Griar had never seen Antieeld be so intense in her behaviour, usually looking aloof and all serious, only forming small smiles here and there when interacting with him or other children.
"Where have you been anyways, Griar?" she then asked, beginning to walk with him in her arms.
