It was bad form to scare a woman, you were supposed to protect them.
It was worse to scare an expectant mother, no matter how unintentional.
Any other time however it may have been entertaining, watching the normally poised Bandit Princess shaking in her seat, trying to look stoic while in fact she looked like a toddler in need of a teddybear and a hug.
But there was nothing Killian could really do to change the situation, nothing he could do to fix it, so he went along with it.
It may be interesting to watch the dead be raised, after all.
When Snow winced at the word 'murderer' Killian felt a pang of sympathy for her. It was hard to know you were a killer, let alone hear it.
There was a difference between killing Cora and murdering some average innocent citizen on the street, but given Snow's expression he doubted she believed it.
He couldn't say a word without interrupting Regina's magic or looking smarmy for noticing. So instead he took her hand when offered it, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles consolingly.
Killian wasn't sure she noticed or appreciated it until she squeezed his hand a little tighter in reply.
Snow was terrified. Outright and completely terrified and there was no hiding it.
It tugged at his heart, bringing out all his guilt at having helped Cora at all.
She reminded him of a puppy in a thunderstorm, shaking and hiding from the booming thunder.
It had to end.
It didn't matter if they could contact Cora if it made someone feel this horrible.
Wasn't there something about scared women going into labor?
Or was that a wives tale?
Either way with one more look at her frightened expression and Killian shifted, driving his knee up hard into the table, knocking everything on the table and making the candle flicker.
The surprised yelp from Snow as she jolted backwards, letting go of his hand, made him certain he'd done the right thing by ending it.
"Sorry love, that was me," He admitted, fighting back a grimace from the pain growing in his knee, "I crossed my legs and bumped the table."
"You did that intentionally," Emma accused as they walked down the walkway to the street.
"Did what?" Killian inquired innocently as he tried not to limp, his knee aching horribly.
"You knocked the table," Charming agreed with his daughter.
"I shifted." Killian denied, schooling his features into a mask of disinterest.
Emma shook her head, "No, that was on purpose. You knocked the table either to scare Regina or make it end faster."
"No," Charming shook his head, a calculating look turning to a small smile as he watched Killian, "He was being honorable."
"I was doing no such thing!" Killian protested.
"Were too."
"How do you know?" Emma questioned Charming, eying Killian.
"I was about to do something too. What?" He asked defensively when Emma shook her head, "It was scaring your mother! I didn't want her going into labor mid trying to summon the dead."
Hah! Maybe it wasn't just a wives tale.