[ Frederick doesn't stop him from touching the frame, but had Vero been looking at him, he'd had noticed the slightest amount of tension in his jaw.

The picture is of two kids - young, maybe around five or six years old - and Frederick, smiling warmly at the photographer. The two kids have the same deep brown hair as Frederick, and judging from how physically close to them he is, Vero could conclude they're his children.

But their eyes are different. Light, and full of youthful energy. Definitely unlike Frederick's dark eyes.

Frederick isn't a mind reader, but he's seen this scene play out enough times to have an idea what he's thinking. ]

... You know better than to touch other people's belongings, Vero. [ But he doesn't sound mad, or upset. Just... something else. A little tired, and hopeful that he won't make a huge deal out of this, like others have in the past. ] Before you ask - those are my children. Morgan and Morgana.

[ And he kinda leaves it at that - waits for Vero to say or ask whatever's on his mind. ]