“It’s all about emotion,” Regina is murmuring into Emma’s ear, pressed behind her in a way that is positively indecent as they stare into the water.
Rumpelstiltskin scowls at nothing at all, ignoring Hook’s puzzled stare from beside them. He’d wanted to teach Emma, to take another young woman under his wing (and one whom his son has loved, when he had never been so fortunate), but she’s set on Regina with Charming bullheadedness. It’d mean so much to her, she had argued with her parents the night before. Regina had watched stonefaced from the shadows, speaking neither in agreement nor dissent. I trust her. And I need to understand this power inside me.
And now she’s in Regina’s volatile hands- hands that, Rumpel notices, seem to be finding every excuse to touch Emma, to trace the flow of magic upward and hold her steady by the shoulders and keep her in one place as she coaxes out Emma’s magic- as she learns, relaxed and unafraid of the evil queen at last.