It's probably early morning. It's hard to tell down here. If 'here' is even really 'down,' that is. Either way, it's early enough in the morning that the sky is still an unsettling shade of purple, and early enough that when Regina rolls over, there should not be an empty spot next to her. It's early enough that even forest-dwelling thieves shouldn't be awake and yet, it appears hers is.

She takes a slow breath, blinking against the bleariness of sleep and double checks to make sure Henry is still where he's supposed to be. If the soft snores coming from above her head are any indication, he hasn't budged since last night. She cranes her neck to glance around the camp and it would seem no one has budged at all. No one except Robin.

Regina sits up and rolls her head from side to side until she hears a crack in her neck. Why can't their 'adventures' come with Egyptian cotton and memory foam? Of course, Robin had been a decent enough substitute and had Regina not gotten a very sound night of sleep, she might have felt a tad bit bad about lying almost completely on top of him. Although somehow, Robin managed to slip away without waking her. Stealthy.

Regina shivers against the brisk morning air, the fire having died some time in the night. She stands and pulls the wool blanket she and Robin had been sharing around her shoulders, careful not to disturb anyone else as she quietly steps over twigs and leaves. She may not be a tracker like Snow or Robin, but she knows her soulmate. And she has a sneaking suspicion as to where he might be.

Their camp isn't far from the graveyard. Maybe a couple hundred yards into the forest that skirts the outer edge of the cemetery and so Regina finds herself among headstones and mausoleums soon enough. She avoids reading the names, not out of fear she'll recognize some of them, but out of fear that she won't. It's bad enough so many people are down here because of her. It's even worse she doesn't remember half of them.

She spots him a few rows back from Hook's grave, his back to her as he sits alone in the grass. She's not a thief or a bandit, she's not an expert on sneaking up on people, so he hears her approach, he must, but he doesn't look up when she's next to him, tail of the blanket brushing the ground. "Morning," she murmurs with a sniff, the cold air making her nose run.

"Good morning," Robin answers, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Regina replies, sitting down next to him. Her knee bumps into his, but still he doesn't look at her. She reaches for his hand, dropping it when his frozen fingers touch hers. "Jesus, Robin, you're freezing." She shrugs the blanket off her shoulders and throws part of it over his, shifting closer to him so they can share the warmth of the wool. "How long have you been out here?"

Robin shrugs, pulling the blanket more fully over his shoulder and bringing the corner close to his chest. "Probably long enough," he sighs.

"What do you mean?" Regina asks, reaching for his free hand again and holding it in her lap.

Robin doesn't answer for a long moment before shaking his head. "She's not here," he states simply, eyes trained on the ground.

Regina furrows her brow and looks for the first time at the grave they're seated in front of, only to see no headstone at all. It takes a moment, but then she realizes. She's not the only one who has loved ones in need of closure. "Oh, Robin," she breathes, wrapping an arm around his back under the blanket, her head finding his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

He shakes his head again. "I thought… I had hoped she'd be here. So I could apologize for… everything, I guess."

"You don't need to apologize," Regina insists quietly, squeezing his hand.

Robin laughs bitterly. "I don't? For the past four months, I've done nothing but besmirch her memory. I've dishonored her, I've completely erased her from our son's mind. Wherever she is, she probably hates me. And I don't blame her. I deserve-"

"Stop it."

"Regina-"

"No." She lifts her head from his shoulder and looks at him directly. "You are not responsible for any of that."

Robin shakes his head. "You keep telling me that. Everyone keeps telling me that. 'It's Zelena's fault, it's all Zelena's fault.' And if that's true, why do I feel so bloody guilty?" He shrugs the blanket off and stands, taking a few steps away before walking back toward her. "I can't get away from feeling guilty. I felt guilty when I left you for Mari- Zelena and then guilty again when I couldn't tell her I love you because she was frozen." He turns away again, frustratedly messing up his hair.

"I felt guilty when I had to leave you again and then guilty the entire two months I was in New York because I was with her, but thinking of you. And then I felt guilty when you found me and guilty when I wasn't sure if I wanted my daughter and guilty when I realized I did because I knew it would hurt you." His voice cracks and he swallows, turning back to face her.

"And now I feel guilty because I am here, traipsing around the Underworld while my son and daughter are back in Storybrooke without me. And I can apologize to you until I run out of air because you're here- alive- with me, but I can't… I can't even tell Marian that I'm sorry because she's not here," he finishes on a choked whisper.

Regina swallows and stands, leaving the blanket on the ground. "Robin," she says softly, taking the few short steps that separate them until she's right in front of him. She grasps one of his hands and then reaches up to touch his cheek, waiting until he finally looks at her. "You do not need to apologize to me or to anyone," she states firmly. "And I think Marian feels the same way."

"You can't know that," he argues feebly.

"I do know that," Regina insists. "And you know why?"

He shakes his head.

"Because if she wanted an apology, if she held any of this against you, she'd be here," Regina explains gently. "But she's not. She's someplace good and wonderful and she's at peace, something I'm sure she wants for you more than anything."

Robin sniffs and swallows. "Peace," he spits bitterly. "Considering the turmoil my life has been lately, I don't think that's possible."

Regina rakes her eyes over his face for a moment, the laugh lines she's come to know by heart now etching his face with misery instead of joy. Not for the first time in all these months they've been together, her heart breaks for him, suffering at the hands of someone who had no right to cause him so much pain.

"You told me something once, a long time ago, before all this," she starts softly, pressing her torso closer to his, both to be nearer to him and to fight against the chill in the air. "When we were in the library and I was at my wits' end trying to find happiness after I had lost it so many times, you found that page. That picture of us from another lifetime, another story. And you know what you said?"

Robin exhales slowly. "Tell me," he murmurs, moving an arm to wrap around her waist.

"It means you're not doomed to suffer," Regina echoes. "There's a bright future waiting for you around every turn, even if you miss one." She skirts her hand around to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. "That was true for me then, and it's true for you now. Yeah, life has sucked lately. But it's not going to stay that way forever. We're together and we have the boys and the baby. There's a bright future waiting for us." She shrugs. "So we've missed a couple turns along the way. It doesn't matter now." She leans up and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. "This next turn is ours. We've just got to make the decision to take it."

Robin rests his forehead against hers, breathing deeply for several moments. "I'm willing to follow you around any turn. I just… I wish I could talk to her one last time. Ask for her forgiveness or her blessing or something. I feel like I can't move on knowing I'm leaving her in the past without clearing the air. My last memories of her are tainted and I don't want to remember her like that."

"Then you can remember her by this- that she's not here because she doesn't need to be," Regina replies. "Her moving on is absolution. She doesn't blame you. You've told me about how kind her heart was and this is a perfect example of that. Remember her for her heart and how even in death, she never wavered from who she truly was. That's something to remember her by, not the mockery that Zelena made her out to be."

Robin closes his eyes and nods, staying quiet for a minute before weaving his fingers into her hair. "It's not exactly the peace I was hoping for," he admits quietly.

"I know it's not," Regina murmurs. "But it's something. And that's better than what you had before, isn't it?"

"It is," he agrees, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "And maybe… maybe being here, seeing that she was able to move on, maybe that's what I needed. She's not suffering, she's someplace good."

Regina hums her agreement. "She is. And now maybe you can get to someplace good, too."

An echo of a smile comes to his lips. "I take it you'll be in this good someplace?"

She breathes a laugh and nods, sliding her arms around his waist underneath his hoodie, soaking in his (albeit dwindling) warmth. "Wherever you want to go, I'll be there."

Robin places another kiss on her forehead and then a second one on her lips, wrapping his arms around her back to hold her tightly against him. Regina tucks her head under his chin, breathing deeply against the fabric of his shirt. It's funny- everything down in this hellhole seems to be backwards and distorted, but the one thing she's found that has stayed the same is the woodsy smell of her soulmate.

Robin squeezes her tighter for a long moment and then releases, sliding his hands down her arms to intertwine their fingers. He looks up at the sky, the strange purple starting to give way to the unsettling orange of daytime. "We should probably head back before we're missed," he muses, bending down to pick up the blanket. He shakes it out and wraps it around her shoulders, kissing the tip of her nearly numb nose.

As they pick their way through the rows and rows of headstones, Regina takes the opportunity to study his face once more. There's still a hint of misery, a shadow of the guilt he's desperately trying to put behind him, but there's something else now too. Something that seems freer, calmer, and more like the Robin she knew before everything went to shit. She wraps her arms around his middle as they walk, squeezing tightly when he lands a kiss on her hair. Their road hasn't been an easy one, but a new turn is coming up and she's positive it will lead them both to someplace good.