"You live in a tent?" Regina grimaced as she looked around the small encampment the Merry Men lived in. It wasn't much, a few hastily built lean-tos, covered with leaves and cloth to keep out rain.
"Does that displease you, Your Highness?" He'd taken to using her title in a mocking tone, his expression cocky enough to make her want to slap him and...something else that she wasn't willing to explore any further. "Were expecting something else?"
"I was expecting something a little less rudimentary." Her hands went to her hips and she ignored the snort of laughter that erupted from he and his men. "After twenty-eight years with modern conveniences maybe I'm just finding it difficult to readjust."
"What ever you say Your Majesty." Robin retorted with a smug grin, as he motioned towards one of the nicer tents - which was saying something, because they were all crap in her opinion. "That'll be yours, unless you think you might get cold." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
"I'll be fine." She gritted out, adverting her gaze. Now she knew what Emma had gone through with Hook. Cocky, smug, bastards, who just happened to know how to be charming as well.
Regina glanced over her shoulder, catching the outlaw watching her as she moved towards the small tent intended for her. "So little privacy." She said, just loud enough for him to hear and not the other men, who were busy working on getting a fire together.
"Well, Your Highness, I'll get my men to rebuilding your palace as soon as they get the fire going. Don't you worry." Robin returned, laughing at the way that comment ruffled her feathers.
"I don't want my castle back." Regina protested, which was the honest truth. She had her second chance to not be the Evil Queen and she didn't intend to waste it. "I'm not the person you think I am."
Robin nodded, though it was clear that he didn't believe her. "Of course, right," He gestured towards his sleeping son, bundled up beneath a rough looking blanket. "I'd forgotten that you weren't the Queen who ordered the massacre of an entire town..."
"What does that have to do with your son?" Regina questioned, her eyes focusing on the sleeping boy. It reminded her of all the times Henry had fallen asleep on the sofa, curled up and exhausted after a long day of playing.
"His mother." Was all that had to be said to make Regina realize what he was insinuating. She had unwittingly ripped away the young boy's mother.
"I'm sorry." Regina's expression fell and she felt that overwhelming sensation of regret and guilt - two feelings she had tried so hard to avoid in her life.
"Sorry won't bring her back." Robin said with a shake of his head, turning his back to the Queen without another word. She couldn't understand why he was even being helpful if what he said was true.
Regina stared after him at a loss, looking down at her hands as if to curse the very magic she had once desired more than anything else. "I'm sorry." She muttered as she stepped towards the sleeping boy.
Hesitantly she reached out and touched the hem of the blanket, using her magic to change it from a rough blanket to a soft blanket, one that would actually keep him warm. "I can't bring your mother back, but at least I can give you something." She said quietly, before she rose back to her feet again.
Robin was watching her and she could feel his eyes on her, but he didn't say a word and she didn't turn around to face him. She would never be able to redeem herself, but at least she could try to be a better person. She knew that that was what Henry would have wanted.