She reads the page Belle has translated, and hides a frown, taking a sip of root beer.
"Everything okay?" Emma asks, and she nods absently, reading it again. It seems to be simple, and yet, there's a strange feeling about it she can't shake. But still, she's a damn hero now, so she leaves her chair, one last brush to Henry's book which now hides that blasted page, and follows the others.
It's nice, if she has to be honest. Having something to do, anything to keep her mind occupied.
It's supposed to be light magic, but there's something there.