He grew up. Of course he did, but people don't just age a good thirty or forty years in one go. She purses her lips a touch until her mentions Emma and Killian. It is true that those two brought Marion home even though they weren't supposed to. Belle stays quiet scrutinizing the man in front of him. She was trying to picture his face next to Henry's, trying to find some sort of resemblance but her mind was far from that at the moment. At the very least she lowers the dagger to her side, no longer holding it offensively.

"Well you are from Storybrooke." She says, finally. She still isn't sure how much she believes that he's Henry. "But what do you mean you haven't seen me? I shouldn't be dead yet if you're just older."