Cora is everywhere, today.
She's in the way she pours dust in a vial – she used to spy on her, when she was a little girl, not older than Henry –
She's in Rumple's worried eyes.
Everywhere.
She's in her magic. In the dark reflections of her hair when she passes by a mirror.
David falls asleep, and he will dream of fire and despair.
She finds herself standing around Henry with a ferocious, instinctive, increased protectiveness.
She finds herself hoping, even if it's against her own rules. Even if she knows David can't wake up – not without a physical kiss.