"Killian, this is my mom. Mom, Killian."
It took a moment for Henry's words to register in her mind. She was so lost in Killian's eyes, after she'd been so afraid she'd never see their piercing blueness again. Even once she understood, understood that she was being introduced to the man she was clinging to so desperately, the man who had gone through so much with her, Emma's gaze didn't falter. It was only when he blinked hard, shook his head, and stuck out his hand in greeting that she could totally accept that this man did not share her memories. This man was not her Killian.
"Yeah, um… pleasure," Killian blurted, loosely shaking her hand. Emma couldn't determine quite what Gold and the Author had done with him, but she had no doubt he was not quite her dashing rapscallion of a pirate captain in this world. Her Killian had never sounded so awkward, so meek, in any of the realms or realities they had traversed together.
"Yeah. Right," she said, finally breaking her gaze from his. "We need to get going. We've got a wedding to stop." And you've got memories to get back, she added to herself.
Mustering all her composure, she picked up her skirts and broke into a run for the exit, hoping the look on her face was coming off as determined rather than exposing her feelings of desperation.