It takes courage, to be herself.
It takes tears, and memories, and one last hug from her son – and she puts out her hands, breathes, starts.
The black cuff Greg has put on her wrist has weakened her – his torture has weakened her body, but her magic feels now different. It's misplaced, out from its original position.
It takes time to heal, the fairy has said.
She doesn't have time – Henry, she has to save him – to save the town – one last heroic act from the Queen, and her hands tremble, for her power is flowing, one last desire, enough.