"Emma?"

Regina's voice was so soft it surprised her and caught her off guard. Her head (and the trees) were still spinning, but Emma looked up at the Queen and blinked a few times to get her view back in focus.

"What's wrong?" Regina asked.

"What?"

Emma's ears were ringing. She stared at Regina, completely confused. She couldn't understand why Regina was suddenly speaking to her, let alone why she cared at all if something was the matter with her. She felt faint and struggled to keep her eyes open.

"What's the matter with you?"

Regina put her hand on Emma's shoulder, a gesture too difficult for Emma to comprehend at the time.

"Hey, wake up. What's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine," Emma finally managed, but she was swaying a little, and Regina could see the redness on her face.

"Don't lie. You're no good at it." When Emma didn't say anything, Regina continued, "I think you need to rest for a bit. There's nothing else we can do anyway. Mr. Hero is on a quest for sticks and we're apparently not going anywhere until nightfall. Why don't you try to get some sleep?"

Emma was too dizzy to argue. It sickened her to think of being a bad parent to Henry. She wished there was some way to know if she was doing the right thing, but that kind of knowledge is only available through hindsight. She would have to trust that she was doing what was best for Henry. Otherwise, what was the point of all this? She wasn't going to let Henry down. But her determination didn't calm her, and her anxiety still seemed to have control.

"I'll keep watch," Regina assured her. "It's okay. Really."

How can I trust you? Emma wanted to ask, but there was no energy left for words. It had been days since she last slept, which was probably why her anxiety was so easily able to get the best of her. Rather than keeping her awake, Emma's anxiety had actually exhausted her to the point where she was able to finally fall asleep on the forest floor beside Regina.

The Queen watched over her while she slept, her head constantly scanning left to right, waiting for the worst to happen. After a while, though, her gaze drifted down to the gently breathing woman beside her. Emma was breathing slowly and deeply, and her forehead was scrunched into a knot between her eyebrows, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She squirmed in her sleep, and it was easy to see she was having nightmares. Regina wasn't sure what to do, but she figured that fitful sleep was better than no sleep, so she let the woman be. She continued to watch her - instead of her surroundings - for a long time, what seemed like hours, until at last, she reached out her hand and brushed a bit of Emma's hair away from her face.

"What are you doing?" David barked, appearing suddenly out of the trees.

Regina's hand shot back.

"Nothing!" she exclaimed. "Nothing. She had a. . . thing. . . on her face. . . I was just. . ."

"Yeah, well don't. Don't touch my daughter. Leave her alone. She's trying to sleep."

"I was watching over her," she scoffed. "I mean, the camp. I was watching over the camp."

"Right. Whatever," he growled, obviously suspicious as to why this woman would be near his daughter at all. "Just don't touch her."

Regina just sighed and looked around the camp, preparing herself for the moment Pan would show his face again.