Disclaimer: I still do not own the rights to OUAT or it's characters.

A/N: Hasn't been proofread.

A/N2: I'd like to thank my 2 Tumblr friends blazingbaubles and regaloutlaws for their support and suggestions. Also I forgot to mention that the title of this fic is from a song from Sarah Jarosz. I was listening to the song on loop while writing the first chapter and thought it fit the tone of the fic quite well.

Regina's eyes fluttered open as the sun glared down on her. She groaned from the heat on her face and the aches in her body. Her legs hurt so much. She heard voices to her left and looked their way. Two men were talking while one of them was making a cane. She surveyed her surroundings as much as she could. They were deep in the forest, farther than she's ever gone.

She needed to get out of there and yet she didn't want to. She was extremely conflicted.

"Ah, your awake."

Regina fixed her eyes on the man hovering over her. He looked a lot like the man she met last night, though it was dark so she was still a little unsure.

"Two questions." Regina said in an commanding tone. " What's wrong with my legs? My left leg is hurting rather bad."

"You've badly injured your left leg. You have some light bruising on your right leg and some minor scrapes on your hands." he answered.

Basically she couldn't run away from him if she tried. "Next question: Are you the man from last night?"

" Yes and I have a lovely bruise on my right shoulder to prove it."

"And a lion tattoo?"

"Yes." he answered.

She was quiet as she studied the features of this 'true love' of hers. She met his eyes, they had sincerity in them. She tried to hide a smile over the fact that there might actually still be sincere people in this land. "What's your name?"

"Ah, you only said two questions, not three." he said playfully.

She rolled her eyes and gave him a smirk before she corrected him. "Four. Lion tattoo."

"Ah, yes, you sneaked that one in there. My name's Robin and you are?"

"Reg -" she stopped herself. She was unsure if giving her real name was a good idea.

"Any name will do. I understand. I just need a name to call you."

She pondered for a second and remembered her mother, a Miller's daughter. "Mill - Millicent... Miller." Both Regina and Robin were unimpressed at her answer. She blamed her pain.

"How about I call you Milly or Mills for short?"

"Mills is fine."

"I've been making a cane for you to use." he paused before he continued, surprised at himself for how nervous he was for what he was about to say next. "You can stay here if you like." Robin saw her hesitant, unsure look. "Or I can take you home if that is what you wish. I just thought maybe you wouldn't want to go back."

"What makes you think I don't want to go back?"

"Running late at night in the lower part of town in a fancy dressing gown. People happy with their lives don't do that, especially the rich."

Well he wasn't exactly wrong. Her curiosity over this man with the lion tattoo. She needed to assess this situation. The chance at 'true love' had nothing to with what she was going to say next, nothing at all. She kept telling herself that.

"A day or two to collect my thoughts might not be so bad." Regina told him.

He let out a breathe he didn't even realize he was holding. "Good. Very good. Take all the time you need."

Uncertainty and fear started within her. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked him point blank. "No one is this nice without wanting something in return."

"That's why." Robin quickly answered.

"I don't get it." Her brows furrowed from confusion.

"Because I get the feeling you haven't ever experienced genuine kindness."

"Once." Memories of Daniel played in her head.

"And where is this person, if I may ask?"

Regina gathered her composure before answering. "He's dead."

Robin sighed sadly. "I'm sorry."

"You weren't the one that killed him." Regina struggled to control her emotions.

Her words touched him greatly. Her life had been far worse than he imagined. He had noticed the ring she wore around her neck. Maybe she was a widow.

"Well, now there's two." He covered her hand in his.

She wanted to believe him so badly but was afraid to. "We'll see." was all she could manage.

He nodded. " Rest now. Dinner's soon. I'll have your cane ready by then."

She smiled slightly at kindness he had given here. How rare and odd.

He stayed by her side till she dozed off, with a greater resolve to help in any way he could.