Regina rides ahead of them, head high and posture impeccable as though she's their leader and not the odd man out. Emma straightens a little on Beetle from where she's riding beside Mulan and Lancelot, her eyes flying back to Regina again and again.

"You're going to bore a hole straight through her," Mulan murmurs, and Emma flushes and turns back to the road.

Blue had fluttered into the council room yesterday morning with cloying tones and the promise of a potion meant to stop Zelena. They say it can purify even the darkest soul, she'd said, and Regina had snorted loudly. Snow, looking rather peaky beside her, had put a hand on Regina's arm and they'd made plans.

A drop of Zelena's blood, then a month to mix it. That's all that Blue needs that they don't have on store. So they're riding out to the Dark Castle to find her and bring back her blood, to have a weapon against her they might need to use someday.

Snow hadn't been able to go. She'd wanted to, had insisted that she could handle the ride, but she'd been pale and shivering and Emma had summoned a doctor instead. Regina had volunteered, looking proud and strong and unyielding, and no one had doubted her except Emma herself.

"I don't know how effective she'll be against Zelena," she mutters to Mulan. "If she's her sister–" The rest of the story isn't hers to tell, and only Snow and Red are in the know now. "It might be up to us."

Mulan pats the sword she has that's been built specifically to counter magic. "We'll do fine. I've faced worse."

They stop for the night when it gets too dark to see. There's a new moon tonight and they're riding up the mountain now toward the castle, no towns lit up or comforting light from fellow travelers. Lancelot sets up a fire and Regina lights it with a lazy twitch of her hand just as Mulan and Emma return with a few stray rabbits.

"Is this the part where we all gather around the campfire and sing?" Regina asks dryly. They blink at her. "Snow thought it would be 'good for morale' in Neverland. As though the Dark One and Captain Hook wanted to bellow songs of brotherhood together." She shudders and Mulan grins.

And it strikes Emma again, this uncertainty and anger that she can't name. This unfairness that wells up in her bones, has her craving a fight she won't be given, the fight she can't have anymore. "That's three out of five people who've tried to kill me," she says pleasantly, the edge to her voice as sharp as a knife. "Nice crowd."

"We did what we had to for our family," Regina responds evenly. "Milah had her–"

Emma's eyes narrow, picking out the guilt in Regina's expression with all the skill of an ex-lover. "Did you sleep with her?"

The guilt is replaced with defensiveness and a hint of stubbornness. "And what if I did?"

"Emma–" Mulan says, but Emma ignores her, eyes hard and this, this she can be angry and irrational about.

"She tried to kill me! She and your mother were the only reasons I wasn't with Hen- with…" She falters and Regina gentles in an instant, shifting forward.

"Emma," she says, folding beneath her gaze, and Emma is even angrier then, dissatisfied as the fight seeps out of the atmosphere.

A strong arm is wrapped around her before she can start in on Regina again, and she glares up at Lancelot. He shakes his head. "Not now, Emma."

"What, because she's some kind of fucking hero now?" she demands, betrayed. Lancelot had been there, had woken up with her and found Henry gone. Lancelot knows what she's gone through, and now he defends the Evil Queen against her. (Lancelot had once stood guard over her and seen a young queen come to rescue her from George's clutches, she reminds herself, and is frustrated again.)

"Because we're a team," Lancelot corrects her, and she's ashamed. Regina is staring into the fire silently and says nothing. "We need to work together now. Save your quarrels for home." He holds her lightly and she finishes cooking a rabbit in silence before she pulls away from him to curl up in a blanket beside Mulan.

Mulan pats her arm. Emma grumbles something indistinct and gets a soft, "I know it's not easy," from her. Regina continues to stare into the fire.

Lancelot says, "Well, did you?" and they all blink up at him. He's roasting a rabbit in the fire and his eyes are fixed on Regina, shrewd but not unfriendly. "Sing with Snow around the campfire?" Regina gives him a dark look. He grins, undisturbed. "Come on, give us a song."

"I could tear your tongue out and make you swallow it instead," Regina hisses, and Emma bites down on her lips to force the smile away. That is not endearing. Regina is…impossible to love, impossible to hate, and Emma doesn't know how she's supposed to react to her anymore.

But a low hum begins from Lancelot's throat, melodic and soothing, and he cocks an eyebrow at Regina. She glares into the flames. He keeps going, his eyes caught on Regina's. Mulan is watching him, Emma watching Regina, and then…

The reluctant strains of melody waft over from the other side of the fire. Regina's eyes are defiant and vulnerable at once but her voice rises and falls with Lancelot's, and Mulan harmonizes with Lancelot's hum as Regina sings over them.

Night finally falls. Emma watches all three of them, Lancelot and Mulan both captivated by Regina and Regina drawn in by Lancelot. She can't see Regina well on the other side of the flames. Her face is devoid of color in the orange light, her eyes grim and pensive on the fire; but on and on she sings, peaceful and soft like Henry's lullabies, and Emma whispers voiceless words along with her, eyes drifting closed in the dark.

They reach the castle in the early morning, less than an hour after sunset, and Zelena is nowhere to be found. "She's here," Regina says with certainty. "I can feel her somewhere nearby."

"Feel her," Lancelot repeats.

"Magic knows magic. She'll know we're here now." Regina sounds cranky, and Emma says swiftly, "There's a room below the castle where she hides out. It's a tight fit. I don't know if Lancelot can get down there with those shoulders–"

"Wait." Regina is suddenly standing very close, her hands on Emma's shoulders. Emma shudders and Regina murmurs into her ear, "Visualize that room. I can't take us somewhere I've never been, not without your help. Where is it? How does it look?"

Emma can feel the stirrings of magic within her, tugging and twisting through her mind, and she shudders again. Regina hasn't used magic like this on her since they'd been together, since it had left Emma twitching helplessly on a bed while Regina had swooped down to kiss her, moving her fingers like a puppet master with the strings within Emma.

She's alarmed to discover that the same sensations are still coming now, the urge to squirm in place under Regina's hands overwhelming. She fights it, but Mulan and Lancelot are both watching her curiously, and she mutters, "Regina, do it."

She hears the slightest low chuckle behind her and then they're all vanishing and reappearing in–

–What Zelena has redone into some kind of home, a bed in one corner and dozens of books and magical materials lined across the back tables. And there are a half dozen flying monkeys chittering at the other end of the room.

Zelena blinks at them from the bed. "Well, this is very forward, Regina," she says, and hurls a flash of green energy at them.

Regina catches it and tosses it aside. "Thought I'd come for a visit, bring a housewarming gift." She holds out her hand and a fireball springs into it.

"Simply lovely," Zelena drawls. "I have a vase that would go beautifully with it." She hurls another blast in Lancelot's direction, careless and swift. Mulan swings her sword to deflect it and the energy hits a short cabinet to their left, dissolving it like acid. Zelena's eyebrows lift higher.

They split up into their previously agreed upon teams, Lancelot and Mulan pressing forward while Regina and Emma keep up the long-range assault. Zelena says, "What is this, Regina?"

She only talks to Regina, doesn't seem to notice anyone else in the room but to toss stray flames at them, and Emma is too busy firing arrows at her to notice when the monkeys come flapping forward, twisting around them until Emma can't see and hears only angry chittering in her ears. "Alan, if that's you…" she threatens at one as it drags clawed hands across her head. She can feel it pounding now, blood cool as it matts her hair, and Regina lets out a low curse and sends a stream of fire at her sister.

Zelena dodges it easily and Mulan twists around in every direction, protecting Lancelot as he charges at her, and Regina sends another careful flame that Zelena can avoid. And another. And another.

Regina's playing it safe, Emma realizes, avoiding hitting Zelena where it hurts. Regina's eyes are flickering from Emma to Zelena with the same understated affection, the same fierceness, and she hurls fire at monkeys and softens against Zelena. Regina is the liability that Emma had suspected she might be.

"You're holding back!" she accuses, ducking a monkey and trying to send an arrow Zelena's way. It impales a monkey that flings itself in her way instead, and the monkey vanishes in a puff of green energy. "Regina, we need her blood!"

"I'm trying."

"No, you aren't!" Emma shoves a monkey away and dodges one of Zelena's blows, her green flames hitting Regina's defensive ones and imploding in the center of the room. Mulan beats at the fire and Lancelot swings his sword at Zelena and hits a smoky green shield instead. "Is this what you're like now?"

"Like?" Regina echoes, eyes narrowing.

"Weak," Emma snaps, mind working furiously. Zelena is waving her hand at Lancelot, sending him flying backward when Mulan can't move fast enough, and Mulan is getting tangled in a trio of flying monkeys. The last two hover above her and Regina, wary of Regina's inferno. They're stuck without Regina.

"People keep claiming that you're different now, but in the end, you're just…you just roll over and let whoever wronged you rule you." She chooses her words carefully until she isn't anymore, until she's angry at a fight that she isn't allowed to have and the words come out anyway. "You aren't a hero. You've just stopped fighting."

Regina bends instead of fighting back, soft and never brittle to shatter, and Emma wants to shatter her. Wants to lash out and attack her, except now she's different and reformed and Emma can't fight with someone who won't fight back. "You're pathetic," she finishes off, harsh and sharp. "Zelena will kill you in an instant and you'd rather hold back because you played together when you were kids? Come on, Regina, I know you better than that."

"Fine," Regina grits out, shoving new flames between Zelena and Lancelot. "You're right. I don't particularly want to hurt my sister. Is that so wrong?"

Zelena is laughing shrilly now, a monkey dangling Mulan from its grasp, and Mulan kicks off from its stomach and slices a gash against its neck. Emma says desperately, all the resentment bottled up inside her leaking out, "Was it wrong when you tried to kill my brother?" She breathes in, fires an arrow, has it deflected.

Regina looks at her askance. Emma ignores her. "What do you want from me, Emma?"

"I want you to get Zelena's blood," Emma growls, and charges forward, dropping their formation. Regina calls her name in a frustrated shout and Emma yanks out a knife in response, eyes fixed on Zelena. Zelena turns, eyes narrowed, and pulls her attention away from Mulan and Lancelot at last. Her gaze flickers to Regina, a new concern growing at whatever she must see on her face, and then she hardens as well, hurling green flames at Emma.

A wave of energy passes through Emma, deflecting the magic, and Regina appears with a puff in front of Zelena, close enough to seize her arm and smirk up at her. "Don't tell me you need a team of trained animals to stop me."

Zelena waves lazily at Emma. "Well, fair's fair." But her eyes are dilated and smile wide and hungry, like she's been waiting for this for too long, and Emma bristles but doesn't dare move closer. Mulan swings her sword at Zelena. A monkey claws toward her face, and she loses her focus to fight him off.

Regina's jaw works under her skin for a moment, still smiling with her mouth open and her eyes dangerous. "Zelena," she begins, and Emma's surprised to hear the note of gentleness in her tone. "I know you aren't the first person out there to hold a grudge against a...a child...but this doesn't have to go this way. You don't have to..." Her voice trails off and she lays a tentative hand on Zelena's arm, the invitation clear as day.

Zelena looks down at Regina's hand with such unbridled longing that Emma thinks, maybe, this can still end well. But a shiver passes through her body and she jerks away a moment later, her eyes wild and more than a little afraid. "I…" Her face smoothes, the sneer returned. "You think this started when you were ten? I've loathed you since you were born."

A flicker of heartbreak and then Regina lashes out in a quick swipe, rakes nails across Zelena's face and leaves her blood on her fingers. Zelena is startled and gleeful at once, and Regina's eyes are narrowed as she procures a vial and slips a drop of blood inside. "Well. Sweet little Regina finally learned how to hit back."

"Had to." Regina looks breathless, uncertain, raring for another fight. "I was all on my own too, remember?"

"You were a queen. Mother's prized pet, all set to live the life Mother had felt was owed to her." Zelena stalks forward again, hand outstretched, and she lifts her hand so Regina's suspended just above the ground, chin up and quiet misery on her face. "Was it worth it, Regina?"

Emma charges at her and a monkey swoops down to kick her. She finds her knife and slashes at its belly, wrestles with it until it's gone, and when she looks up again, Regina's back on the ground. Zelena is staring at the floor and Regina's staring at Zelena and they both have their arms wrapped around themselves.

It's Lancelot who steps forward when Zelena doesn't stop them, the monkeys all gone, and he lays a hand on Regina's back. She doesn't move away from him, and when he says gently, "Our task here is complete," Regina nods shakily and they vanish from Zelena's hideout into smoke.

"I'm sorry," Emma says finally when they're setting up camp that night. Mulan is out hunting and Lancelot is crouched in front of the fire, Regina standing just behind him. She's barely glanced at Emma all day, and now when Emma speaks, she shifts away from Lancelot to the other side of the fire. Emma follows. "I shouldn't have said all that stuff earlier. I don't think you're…you're weak."

She's apologizing for something more than her words, for manipulating Regina so unashamedly in the first place, and Regina still doesn't look at her as she responds. "You did what had to be done." She stares blankly into the flames. "And you do have a point. I've found that in the Charmings' company, it's never been all that productive to do more than insult them and then roll with the punches." There's a flicker of humor on her face and Emma bites back what she wants to say. "It's served me well in the past years."

"It sounds kind of sad," Emma counters. "Like you aren't all you are anymore." Regina is changed now, more peaceful even when she's impatient with them. She can't imagine it, Regina tamed, Regina who wilts and never stands straight.

"Bends and never breaks," Regina murmurs when Emma says so. "I know it isn't what you want."

Emma shrugs moodily. "You're different now. I miss fighting with you." Which is more honesty than she can really afford, even if Regina lets out a little puff of laughter at it. "What?"

"Aww," Regina manages, and she finally turns to Emma with her eyes bright. "That's the most romantic thing anyone's said to me in a decade."

Emma flushes and rolls her eyes in one movement, scowling at her. "You have a lot of people saying romantic things to you?" She remembers herself. "Not that I care."

"Only you," Regina assures her, and she puts her hand on Emma's as Emma bites her lip furiously. "There's I hate you and evil witch, my two favorites until now."

"Oh yeah, and when you told me I stunk of the woods–"

"Oh no, I was very serious about that." Regina wrinkles her nose and Emma studies her with narrowed eyes, unsure if she's joking or not. Regina smiles obliquely.

They sit by the fire together, Regina's hand still on Emma's and Emma incapable of pulling away, and Regina says finally, "About Zelena."

"Yeah?"

"There are…many, many stories about the Wicked Witch of the West. Lives in Oz, owns a pack of flying monkeys, an inclination toward greenness. And in almost all of them, she can be defeated by water."

"This potion."

"It melts her in most of them." Regina turns back to her, a thumb stroking Emma's palm. "The Blue Fairy talked about it purifying her, but that's how the stories always go. The witch is melted, gone forever, dead. And I don't know how different it is in our world but I'm disinclined to trust Blue."

"You think we're putting this together to kill her," Emma understands. "That's why you hesitated."

"If it came down to everyone else or Zelena, I'd choose you." Regina's eyes are fixed on Emma and Emma doesn't know what she means by you here. "But to pass that kind of power into Blue's hands? I admit I balked."

"I'm sorry," Emma says again, her heart thumping in renewed dread. "If I'd known…"

She's saved from responding by a snowy owl that hoots above them, one long cry, and a scroll is dropped from the skies onto their joined hands. Regina snatches it before it rolls into the fire, opening it swiftly.

Emma leans over to see it, her head brushing against Regina's shoulder. There are only three words written across it, large and shaky but unmistakably Snow's handwriting. I NEED YOU.

Regina stands, her fist clenched around the note, and Lancelot says, "What is it?"

"We'll meet you and Mulan back at the castle," she says, and seizes Emma's hand as purple smoke swirls around them. Emma holds on tight, even when the smoke clears and they're back in their chambers, standing in the center of the dining hall where Snow is seated at the table.

She's trembling and pale, looks even more wan than she had when she'd left, and Emma's heart skips a beat. Something is wrong with her, worse than they'd imagined, and she's going to–

"I'm pregnant," Snow says, and bursts into tears.

Regina takes the lead. Somehow, she's guiding Snow into her bed without fussing, gentle but authoritative as Snow shivers under her arms. "Emma, wet cloth," she orders, and Emma follows her instructions in silence. "Snow, where's your doctor?"

"I sent her away." She shivers. "I told her I was…I was fine. Wanted you two."

"Well, as long as she hasn't reverted to the old ways to keep you healthy, you're better off with her," Regina says, businesslike. Emma has been shaking since Snow's admission and she barely manages to dart a glance in Regina's direction. Regina stands comfortingly beside Snow, an anchor in a room that's beginning to spin a little. "She hasn't, has she? Any pig spleen down your back? Did she prescribe a diet of beetles?"

Snow laughs, wet and gasping until she's crying again. "I can't do this alone, Regina. I can't…I need him."

"We're here," Emma whispers, pressing the cloth to her forehead. She offers Snow a cup of water and Snow chokes it down. She doesn't think Snow hears. She isn't sure the words had ever made it out of her mouth, or if they'd stuck there and never emerged.

"David is the father, I hope. Unless you and Whale had another torrid affair before Pan killed him." Regina's smile is a little tighter at that but Snow still reaches for her, pulls her to her and then goes for Emma and they both make it onto the bed, arms resting over Snow as she sobs.

"We thought…after Cora. We thought maybe we could rebuild. We talked about coming back here, raising little princes and princesses and now…" She gulps back more tears and wilts, pressing her head to Emma's shoulder. "He's gone."

"He's taking care of our child," Regina murmurs. "And I swear, Snow, we're going to take care of yours. You're not alone. You're not..." The supportive mask slips for a moment, and Emma sees the grief breaking new lines across Regina's naked face, the way she crumples for a moment before she straightens and strokes Snow's arm with nothing but reassurance. "We're not going anywhere."

Emma wraps her arms around Snow and Regina keeps her own arm draped over her and they both tremble and try their best not to. Snow doesn't notice any of it, buried in Emma's arms, and when she finally drifts off, Emma disentangles herself from the embrace and hurries out of the room.

She sinks to the floor in the hallway and sobs silently, legs stretched out in front of her and head tilted up at grey ceilings and she cries for what she's lost, for the child long gone, just as Snow had wept for the one she's gained. It's so fucking unfair that they're all mixed up, lovers and children and all of them missing pieces of themselves, and Emma knows that Snow's child has nothing to do with her- an aunt, she's going to be an aunt, and she sobs harder- and yet it burns anyway in that tiny part of her that never can separate her needs from her emotions.

A new child will be born in these chambers. A new baby will take the clothes that had been for Henry, the spaces where he'd crawled and the toys that he'd chewed on. A new baby will live in this new home and never be hidden away as Henry had been, and Henry is in a new world, gone from her forever.

Regina emerges from Snow's room after a minute and she slides to the floor too, presses her knees to her front and wraps her arms around her legs. She's crying too, equally as silent, both of them vulnerable in ways that no one else will understand.

They don't speak for a long moment and then, softly, "What can I do?"

And she remembers that this is all Regina's doing, that Regina had stolen away her son and Regina is despicable, is mourning a child she should never have had alone in the first place. And it matters so little when Regina understands. "Take me somewhere safe," she whispers, and doesn't know what she means.

Regina does, though.

They vanish and reappear in the woods, somewhere near her old camp, and Emma's caught between comfort and despair as she recognizes the woods around her. She turns very slowly, catches Regina's downturned gaze in the process, and her mouth falls open in disbelief as she sees Jasmine's cabin in front of her. "Here?" she says. "Safe?" she says.

Her voice is rising and Regina has the audacity to look confused about it. "This is where you and Henry–"

Emma cuts her off. There's a bubble of fury that floats within her when she's around Regina now, a constant awareness that she never allows herself to touch but sees regardless. And it's finally burst, open and unleashed at the sight of Regina in front of the cabin and this new baby. "You know," she begins, voice like acid. "When I had to keep Henry from you- when you were out of control and willing to die rather than be a mother- you know how I felt about it?"

Regina's eyes are dark and uncertain. "Emma…"

"Angry at you, yeah. But mostly miserable. Guilty. I hated myself for having to take him from you." She laughs, bitter and near hysterics. "And I thought you were…you'd be the same, for some reason. I thought you were horrible but at least you knew it. And yet here you are, taking me to your great moment of conquest to…what, spite me? Are you trying to torture me? Haven't I paid enough for making the right decision that day?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." There's a deep-set frown on Regina's face, desperation mingled with building frustration in her gaze.

Emma laughs and laughs and laughs and chokes on the vile taste of it. "You don't know? You don't know? Tell me, what was it like that night when you came in here and stole Henry away. Did you even hesitate?" she demands. "Did you look down at me when you snatched him out from under my arms and even think of what was going to happen to me? Or did you take him and run because that's all I deserved. Because I had to be punished for taking him away from you."

She rounds on Regina, steps forward and shoves her until she's up against the wall of the cabin. "And you know, people keep saying you've changed. You're reformed. Like that means I'm supposed to forgive you for that!" She's furious, blind with rage, and all she can think of is wrapping her hands against Regina's neck and squeezing. It's too much pent up, too much that a dozen quiet moments can't heal or undo. No. Regina has taken too much from her and still walks free. Regina had cheated her out of her son's childhood and she's done playing nice, when she'd so easily play with her like this.

Regina leans back, breathing hard. "What are–"

"I don't," she hisses, her breath mingling with Regina's, too close. Too angry. Her hands are balled up into fists so she won't strike out again. "I don't forgive you for what you've taken from me. I'll never forgive you for that, and I don't give a damn what Snow and the others–"

She's thrown backwards by a blow strong enough to pin her against a tree, Regina impatient and angry as she strides forward. Emma struggles against her hold, squirms to break free and fishes for her knife, but Regina holds her with a furious grip until she's suffocating and she thinks that she's going to die here, in front of the coffin where her life with Henry lies dormant. She'd finally brought Regina forth to fight and she's going to be killed for her recklessness.

But instead, Regina demands, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Emma's teeth grind together. "Don't tell me you're going to deny it now. You've admitted it dozens of times before. You ruined my life!"

"Yes! Yes, I did," Regina says desperately. "Because I cast a curse and you were gone, because seven years passed without you there with us." Regina's arm flexes almost unconsciously and Emma drops to the ground, lands in a heap and stares up at her. "You were missing, Emma. I woke up the first day in Storybrooke and went hunting for you and Henry and you weren't there. No one had ever even heard of you."

Emma glares up at her, disbelieving, and Regina glares back just as hard. "I was terrified. I thought you'd been killed before the curse. I thought…I went to make sure you were both safe just days before. I didn't know what any of it meant. So I started looking outside the town, just in case."

She paces in circles and Emma still can't move to attack her again. "I left town. I went to the closest police station and told them I was looking for a woman and a three-year-old boy and…and there he was. Henry was there with another boy who was terrified of me. And you were nowhere." She swallows. "I searched and searched and searched for you while Gold took care of the official adoption and I told them you were my missing wife and you never, ever turned up. I thought you were dead until Neverland. I never knew you were here. I didn't even know about the wardrobe until earlier this year."

"I don't…" Emma's voice is dry and she can feel tears threatening to erupt again. "You're lying."

"I would never have taken Henry from you," Regina says fiercely, stepping forward. "I never wanted you gone, no matter how much I hated you then. You and Henry were the only good part of me then. I tried to kill you and I still sent the Huntsman to make sure you got home. I came to you to heal you before the curse so you wouldn't spend seven years in pain. I never intended for you two to be separated. I would kill whoever did that to you."

Emma stares at her, feels the protests rising again and comes up blank. Slowly, unsteadily, she stands, a hand pressed to tree bark so she won't fall. "How can I believe that?"

"I don't know. I don't know how to prove anything to you," Regina says helplessly. "And it doesn't change the past. It doesn't make what happened to you any less my fault. But I never stole Henry from you, not intentionally. I never…crept into your cabin in the dark of the night and kidnapped him, Emma, how could you think that I'd…" Her voice trails off and she hurries forward, catching Emma before she topples to the ground again. "Emma," she murmurs, sliding her arms around her. "Oh, Emma."

She's telling the truth, Emma knows. She knows when Regina's lying to her, even if she'd never been good at parsing the actual lies. Regina is being completely honest about this, Regina hadn't taken Henry, and nearly two years of anger are ebbing away in a rush, taking so much pain and fury out of her that she's left unbalanced without it.

She does fall and Regina can't hold her weight anymore, sinks to the ground with her and holds her tightly, Emma half-kneeling in the dirt and Regina's arms around her bent figure and her head resting against Emma's back. Emma breathes in air that burns and a headache pounds at her skull and Regina's hands clutch at her shoulder. She isn't crying, her eyes are sightless, and she thinks that she has nothing wet inside of her to release, nothing but a drought that shrivels her up into nothingness.

She feels something empty within her, a pit that had been full for so long that she isn't sure how to stand without it balancing her; but Regina shifts when she does and helps her up. And she's lighter now, it's easier to move, and she opens her mouth to speak. To say something to Regina, to…not forgive, not yet, not when there's so much more to work through. Not to apologize, either. She doesn't know where they stand now.

She says, "Then who took Henry?" and they stare in silence at the cabin, at a mystery nine years old that remains unsolved.

"We'll find out. If we never see him again, we'll know, at least," Regina whispers, and only then does Emma see that Regina looks just as shaky on her feet as she does. Emma touches her waist tentatively, brushes her fingers along Regina's back until she's holding her in a loose embrace, and Regina leans her head against Emma's side and cries silently for their son.