I'll finally have someone to love me, and only me.
Her sister doesn't get it.
She sips her tea – strange herbs from this foreign land, herbs she doesn't know, but she trusts Robin's knowledge – and she recalls old times, when she adopted Henry, and thought the same.
And nearly killed him.
Emma has woken him up, for she is sure her own kiss wouldn't have worked, because she loved him, truly, completely, but maybe he didn't, yet. And it works, now, with Emma.
Her sister doesn't get it, yet.
She sighs, opening another book, to save her son's other mom.