st_oriedqueen | [For Emma] we are children that want to be loved*

In her office, Regina pulled off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. It'd been months and they still hadn't worked out the second stage of Bo's Dawning trials. Molly hadn't said anything, but she didn't need to. Regina knew her well enough to see the strain in her face. She and Sam were getting worn down by Bo's needs, and by having their third involved with someone else. Dyson tried not to put any pressure on her, but he was worried, too. She'd been staying up too late, working too much, and not making enough progress.

Her mind drifted again to the invasion of the undead they'd suffered. They got in somehow, which meant there was a way out. If they could get out, the Fae magic could find Bo the way it was supposed to. And she could get home to Henry. With Dyson and Snow.

Needing a break anyway, she pulled out her journal and sent a message to Sam. I need a map of the spot you chased the golem to. Then she cast her wardrobing spell to dress herself for a ride.

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* Pink, What About Us?

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"Oh." Emma frowned, then lifted the glass of whiskey to gulp from it. It may have burned a little more than she was used to--some of it hitting her windpipe. She gave a gentle cough.

"No mentioning the books other people are from." She wondered if she would recognize people if they were characters from other stories. People like Mulan and Merida were recognizable, weren't they?

She set the glass back down. "Any other rules I should know about?"

"Less rule, more not sticking your thumb in someone's eye," Regina half-muttered under her breath, but never losing her smile. She'd missed Swan.

"Other things to know about the Inn: you can't change rooms. Your stuff will end up back in your own room in 24 hours; any damage to your room or the rest of the inn will fix itself in 24 hours; the cook only makes chicken dishes, so if you want something else, you want to look for Mary, Sunny, or the other Emma to be in the kitchen." She rattled those off by rote and then paused for a swallow of whiskey. "The Inn occasionally throws magical curveballs at us, but it's only been dangerous once." So far.

Emma's eyebrows rose slowly until they practically disappeared into her blonde hair. She nodded, thinking she was gonna need about a thousand more drinks to get through all of this.

"Well, that sure sounds like a party." Emma lifted her glass to swallow from it, finding that her hand was shaking just slightly. "And you're absolutely sure there's no hope of finding Henry?"

At least if he wasn't there, it meant he wasn't trapped like they were. But Emma would rather know he was safe, have him there with his mothers. Was that selfish?

Regina watched Emma's fingers shake, she watched the wary uncertainty in her eyes, the old fear of trusting (both Regina herself and the people around her) rising up, and it hurt. For Emma as much as for herself.

"It's not that there's no hope," she replied, her voice steady and even and hopefully reassuring. "It's just that we have very little control over whether we find him or not. Finish that drink, and then I'll explain. And, Swan, I think you should know, I've been away from Storybrooke a very long time. More than five years now."

Emma lifted the glass to down the last of the liquid in there, but then sputtered and coughed on the alcohol.

"Five years?" She asked, lifting her hand to cover her lips as she coughed again. "How? I just saw you. I just saw you a few days ago."

Another round of drinks appeared almost as if by magic, and Regina spared Emma the indignity of a maternal back-patting.

"Time travel, more or less. Maybe we better start with what was happening when you last saw me."

[ooc: please feel free to have her mention Robin's funeral. I said that Emma told her in her thread with Hook.]

[For Emma] we are children that want to be loved* - Backdated to Nov. 15*

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