It's so weird, hugging Henry while he is harbored by Pan's body.
She knows, deep down – that's her baby, her son. But she has spent restless days of nightmares curled in a cot – hating Pan, hating with all her heart and strength that spoiled kid who has dared to kidnap her prince.
But the fierce love of the arms around hers is all Henry's, is Henry who whispers I love you in her ear, and somewhere inside of her… she finds she can forgive herself for thinking it was true, thinking he was really Henry.
Someday.
Today, she has failed.