A/N: 'I' was going to be a Missing Year (extremely loose) prequel to this, but I'm struggling with it so who knows, and you might as well read this first.


Buckle -

She turns out to have an awl, which Robin wouldn't've expected - nor the complete lack of magic as Regina double-sews doubled-over leather with waxed thread and heavy needles, straps the new buckle loosely and slips the mended quiver belt around him, absorbed.

He looks at her quizzically.

"My first love," Regina says, knuckles to his chest, running her thumb along fresh stitching, "Daniel. …He was a stable-hand." She mock-widens her eyes - "We can only hope you never stole horses from him."

Robin hums at the jibe and pulls her close. (He never knew a name, before).

She holds on tight.