"Yes," Regina answered with an uncharacteristic lack of reserve. "I do. Very much." She wanted the comfort of friendly commiseration so much that Rebekah's presence tugged at her like a magnet.

"But not tonight." She reached out again, her fingertips to Rebekah's elbow in a gentle caress that promised it wasn't a rejection. "You need time to get used to me again. And I need--" Not be holding her against the standard of her other self, expecting what Rebekah couldn't yet give. "To get back to the inn before Snow worries. Maybe we could have breakfast this week?"