To the moon and back.
She remembers of when her son was a toddler – she would tap his nose and say, guess how much I love you? To the moon and back – more than anything.
Emma lifts her hands, and glances at her, but she's focusing. She'll have to guide the savior, address her still untamed magic, cast the spell – move the moon.
It's still weird, working with Emma. Her magic is so powerful, different, pure. It stings, like a cleaning acid liquid, it burns against her darkness, it hurts her.
But she has to move the moon, for Henry.