His hand and the rest of him out of convenient reach for motherly patting, Regina saved herself the awkwardness of last time and gave him a sympathetic, knowing look. But her mind flashed back on Hansel and Gretel, how they'd clung to each other when she asked for their help. Now, as then, she saw the weakness and vulnerability of such a close connection; now, unlike then, she also knew the strength and support and love in it.

"She's here now," Regina reminded him gently, sure he was doing the same, but knowing it for the most useful thing she could say at the moment. She remembered too well the powerlessness of being back in the Enchanted Forest without Henry, thinking she'd never see him again, knowing he didn't remember her at all, and how hollow she'd felt inside.