"What did you say?"
Emma glares without opening her eyes.
"I didn't say anything, Regina. I'm trying to sleep. Hook's right – we'll need it if we're gonna rescue Henry."
"Not what did you say now, Swan. What did you say to – " Emma furrows her brow at Regina's uncharacteristic hesitation and opens one eye. Regina scoffs and waves her wrist aimlessly before continuing. "To unlock the map?"
Emma closes her eye again and tosses both hands behind her head. Regina arches an eyebrow at the younger woman's biceps before catching herself.
"What does it matter, Regina? The map works, we find Henry. End of story."
"If only it were," the Queen mutters, more to herself than to Emma.
Both of Emma's eyes open this time and she stirs onto her elbows, giving up on sleep. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Pan manipulates people, Emma. Whatever you had to confess about yourself to get that map to work – it may not be true. Or at least, not entirely."
"What does it matter if it's true? It got us closer to finding him." Emma lies back down again, hard. Regina watches her face until Emma furrows her brow.
"What, Regina," she grunts. It's a statement, not a question.
"You said you're the Savior," Regina explains irritably. "And it didn't work. I know how Pan operates, Emma. He'd want you to confess to the worst part of yourself. But whatever it was, that's only one side of you."
Emma arches an eyebrow. "What do you care what I confessed to, Regina?"
Regina scoffs again and squints into the darkness above them. "Fine. Be a thick-headed Charming. Head into a confrontation with Pan focusing only on the most awful things about yourself."
Emma sighs. "I'm an orphan." Regina looks back down at her. Her hand twitches in Emma's direction, but she stills it. "It's not awful, Regina, it's just… it's just true."
Regina echoes Emma's sigh and looks away again. "It is awful, Emma," she says matter-of-factly. "And it's my fault."
She rubs her temples absently. Emma sits up quickly, her hand hovering behind Regina's back. Regina looks up defensively.
"What?" she asks suspiciously.
"Your head. You… how are you doing?"
Their eyes lock, hard, and Regina says nothing for a long moment. She breaks the contact, then, and tugs at her jacket sleeves. She clears her throat.
"From… Mendel?"
"You didn't exactly have time to rest… after," Emma affirms, her eyes sliding up and down Regina's body.
Regina pulls at her jacket, closing it slightly. Emma reddens.
"I'm fine." Her voice is closed.
"I'm sorry," Emma tells her in a small voice. Regina just stares at her.
"For not finding you sooner."
Regina shifts and stares at the ground. "And I'm sorry you grew up an orphan."
Emma blinks.
"We'll find him, Regina. Together."
Regina turns to stare at her, and for a moment, their mouths are too close to each other. Regina's fingertip grazes the back of Emma's hand. Two hearts stop. Regina breaks the contact. Emma blinks hard, twice.
"Sleep, Savior. You're gunna need it," Regina reminds her, her voice full of gravel.
"You too, Regina," Emma breathes as she lays back down, her heart still in her throat.
"Mm," Regina murmurs non-committally, her fingers flexing in anticipation of the dawn's magic.
When she sleeps, she dreams of the woman whose parents she stole. The woman she shares a child with now.
The woman who wakes up before the dawn, startled to find her hand lying limply extended toward her child's other mother.