Wednesday morning had Regina waking comfortably in Anita's arms. She'd gotten really restful sleep and therefore felt she could take on anything life threw her that day.

"Good morning," Anita greeted when she knew she was awake.

"Good morning," Regina returned the sentiment before giving her a sound kiss.

Anita smiled wistfully. "I just want to stay here all day."

"I know. I can honestly say the same." She brushed some hair out of Anita's face. "But we can't. It's only Wednesday and I have much to do before Sunday arrives. And you have a wolf to let run free tonight."

"That I do. Do you want me to stay near Red today? It will be easier for her to change if she trusts me."

"That is an excellent idea." Regina extricated herself from her arms in order to sit up. With a snap, their clothes reappeared neatly on the bed. "Sit by her at meal times. Maybe tell her some stories. I think her problem is that she's afraid every time she turns someone will wind up dead…and eaten." With a purple poof, she and her dress transported to her wardrobe. It was almost its own room within the bedroom. She exchanged dresses and began dressing herself.

"Uh…" Anita was unsure if she was alone in the room. "Marco?"

"Polo." Regina stepped out of the wardrobe partially dressed, in the process of pulling more layers on.

Anita supposed she needed to start getting dressed as well and slid out of the bed. "Are there woods that aren't by the stables?"

"Yes. There's some a handful of yards off of the entrance."

"Good. I trust myself not to hurt anything, but Red clearly doesn't trust herself. Better not to have her worrying she'll hurt the horses." Slowly but surely, she was becoming more clothed and less naked.

"Yes, that's a good point. The less distraction the better." It wasn't much longer before she was fully dressed. "I trust you'll make your way out of the woods by morning?"

"If that is what you want, that shall be when we return. We may fall asleep in the woods, but I can have us back no later than in time for breakfast."

"Very good. Speaking of, it's just about time for breakfast."

"I know."

"You know?"

"I can smell it."

"From all the way over here?"

"Wolf senses." With that, she too was decent.

Regina made her way to the door and held it open, letting Anita out first.

"One of the members of your help is jealous, by the way," Anita announced offhandedly. "Jealous of everyone in the game."

"You hear people all about the castle?"

"Mostly it's all just chatter, I pick up on things sometimes though. If I really want to I can single people out, but I try not to spy."

"But you can? If I gave you a name, you could hear what they're doing this very moment?"

"Providing I recognize their voice, yes."

Regina felt a wide smirk take over her face. That could come very much in handy. "Would you be opposed to listening to certain people if I asked it of you?"

"If you asked, I wouldn't have a problem with it."

"Good. I may ask. Perhaps not now, but before the week is out. There are people I'm not sure I trust."

"But you trust me?"

"I do." Regina pressed a kiss to Anita's cheek. She did the card trick again, alerting everyone by visual cue that it was time for breakfast. She rather fancied that method of communication and would likely use it often. Milah and Kathryn were her picks for seatmates that morning.

Soon enough, Regina and Anita reached the dining hall. Regina took her seat and Anita took one nearby as they waited for the others to join them. Regina pondered the new information, knowing exactly who she wanted to ask Anita to eavesdrop on. Though that would be Thursday at the earliest, Wolf's Time being that night and all. There was also bunching Emma, Snow, Kathryn, and Tamara all in a room with her to get their versions of the future out in the open to do as well. It was Wednesday, so there were five days before the first elimination. Five days and she still needed one on one time with over half. That meant she had to stop with the all encompassing group activities. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday had to be dedicated to getting all that one on one time in. She needed to know exactly what she was cutting out when she made the first cut. Emma was immune that week, sure, but that still left twenty-three others up for consideration on the metaphorical chopping block.

"It is eerie how statuesque you become when you're deep in thought," Milah's voice pulled Regina from her reverie. She was already sitting when she spoke.

"Yes, well, the week is half over and there is still much to be done." Regina noted others had also arrived and sat at the table.

"Why twenty-four? I imagine there would be much more time if there were only, say, twelve."

"I have my reasons." Variety, along with having true power to choose. The whole process was similar to the way she picked apples, rid of the bad ones until only the finest of them remained. Trouble was people were unlike apples, their looks didn't give away the quality within.

"Right, of course. I thought I might be able to get you to share one of them with me, but I shall do my best to quell my curiosity."

How peculiar, Regina thought, that she spoke like a servant. Respectful and afraid. "I may not answer but I also don't bite. I'm not him. Condescending all who approach is not my style."

"I know you are not him, where he is cowardly, you are brave."

The corner of Regina's mouth quirked up. The student surpasses the teacher. "I'd love it if he heard that." Rumpelstiltskin was a territorial man. Confrontation from his wife, or rather ex, would surely not bode well. Regina would love, however, to see the expression it caused on his face. She felt the urge to reassure, "I am joking of course. My word is final." As long as Milah was to last in the game, she had Regina's Rumpelstiltskin specific protection.

More people joined the table. Kathryn took the seat at Regina's other side. "So, horse care today?"

Regina shifted her attention. "Yes. After breakfast. After lunch we shall try riding again if I have determined everyone has been keeping their horses properly treated to the best of their current ability."

"I've done my best to keep Daisy company and fed. No more hay showers."

"That's good. I'm most impressed that you already know her name."

"You did say it was something we should do."

"I did. Glad to see someone was paying attention."

The last of everyone arrived. As people began noticing all were present, they began eating. Anita made sure to have Red sitting by her.

"Oh, wow," Snow muttered. "Do you think they know?" She was asking Emma, of course, again by her side.

Emma followed her train of vision. "That they're related? Doubt it. They're probably wolf bonding or something."

"Maybe. Is it wrong that I want to tell them?"

"Nothing wrong with wanting to. Everything wrong with doing it."

Snow sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I know you suck at keeping secrets, but you have to. Everything is enough out of whack as it is."

"You told Regina about Henry."

"That's different. For Regina, that's distant future, at least in her head. You can't go around dropping bombshells like that about things that are happening right now, especially when we don't know when right now is."

"It's just hard. Red is my friend. I haven't even spoken to my mother because, well, you. She's my mother, I wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. Then people would talk and Regina would know and I don't think either of us want that."

"No, not yet anyway. If she made herself forget then remembers before she's ready, I'm scared of what it would do to her."

"You're ahead of me, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"In time. We both obviously remember, well, that day. But you seem both wiser and sadder."

"Been a year for me."

"So you are. I think that makes you the one from farthest in the future. Then me, then Tamara, then Kathryn."

"I suppose. This is making my head seriously hurt. Time travel was supposed to be fantasy, not reality."

"Like magic and fairytales?"

"Exactly."

Regina had to wonder what Snow and Emma always found to chat about. Possibly the future. Whatever the topic, they never seemed to part. It proved Regina right that alliances were being made. Though there seemed to be a few more rivalries, which made sense. Anastasia and Alice, Tinkerbell and Blue, Aurora and Maleficent, just to name a few. She chuckled to herself. There would only be more as time went on.

Regina jumped at the sound of a distinctly male voice. However she relaxed after turning in her chair to see that it was only her father. "Daddy, you startled me."

"May I have a word?" Henry Sr. inclined his head to indicate moving to a hall where it would be more private.

"Now?" He knew she wanted minimal interruption throughout her game. It was either important or he was being stubborn.

A lot could be said with the eyes, no words required.

"Excuse me." Regina rose from the table. "No food fights."

Whether it was meant seriously or as a joke, it caused a few laughs as Regina followed her father to a more private setting.

"Well, what is it?" Her brain rushed to conclusions. "Leopold isn't back already, is he? Because it's been nowhere near –"

"No, no, no, nothing like that," Henry Sr. jumped to reassure. "However, Rociante has fallen ill."

Regina was sure she felt her heart stop. "What? When? He was fine Monday."

"I am unaware of how long exactly, I only know a guard went to the stables to see his horse not too long ago and saw a trail of horse…regurgitation…coming from his stall. After checking to see he was at least standing, he came in to tell you but I saw him first."

Regina blanched. "I was just eating," she muttered. What she had started eating was threatening to come back up at the visual her father had painted, due to fear, nerves, and not just a little disgust. "Did he have the courtesy to see it cleaned up?"

"I didn't think to ask."

Lovely. Regina would be sick for sure, but it mattered little when Rociante's health was in question. "I'll just add to the mess when I get there, then." With that, she was off. On the way, she snagged a servant girl she happened to pass. "You, come, now." She gripped her by the forearm and the girl let her drag her this way and that.

As they approached the stables, the scent answered Regina's question. It was foul. "Clean that," Regina ordered, pushing the girl ahead of her. "The faster the better. I need to see my Rociante."

Stumbling a bit, the girl went to do as told. She was no stranger to the occasional mucking out of the stables when others pawned the job off to her. She could handle what awaited her inside that time too, she was sure.

Waiting only increased Regina's set of nerves. She flashed back to her younger years when her mother would magically make Rociante sickly to punish her. It was never truly harmful and would eventually be reversed, but it had served its purpose in scaring her nonetheless. This was the first time Regina could recall Rociante being really, truly sick. It brought an onslaught of questions Regina didn't even want to ponder.

The smell still lingered when the servant returned, but the job was done. Regina could hold her breath, she'd waited long enough. Into the stables she went, straight for Rociante. Yes, he remained standing, but his head was bent low to the ground, making him appear deflated.

"Hey…" Regina patted his side gently, keeping her hand there so he was aware of her presence. "Not feeling too good, Roc?"

Rociante's responding snort lacked enthusiasm.

"Mama's here, baby." Her hand trailed up to his shoulder, stroking along his fur with her thumb. Seeing him so lackluster brought tears to her eyes. "Guess you're in no mood to ride today, huh?" Regina kept her tone light and airy. Rociante was clearly miserable enough without sensing her emotions. She didn't want to bring him down any further. "We don't have to. We can just let me take care of you, yeah? Like I always do." Her free hand stroked along the top of his head. She was doing her best to perk him up, scratching those ears affectionately. A tear fell but she paid it no mind, Rociante being her sole focus.

"Remember when Daniel taught us to jump over those low fences? You would jump so high, so far, so fast the only options were to scream or laugh. I always laughed. I was terrified most of the time, but I would laugh. I knew you wouldn't let me fall." Her hand slide down to rub his nose. "Just like I never let you fall. Mother couldn't be helped, but you knew that, didn't you?"

Rociante let out the smallest of whinnies.

"You're breaking the rules of physics, you know," Regina tried joking. "It's meant to be physically impossible for horses to throw up. Trying to rewrite the rules, are we? You win." Her voice broke at the end. The atmosphere was anything but that of a winner. She wrapped her arms around that long thick neck. "Roc…" Her eyes slipped closed. "Come on, pretty boy. We've got years yet." She didn't want to think what she was thinking, but what other explanation was there? "Years," she repeated. Rociante was always meant to be her lifelong companion.

Maybe it was the extra weight or maybe it was the exhaustion that caused Rociante to buckle. Regina let out a surprised yelp when they both fell to the ground. Each landed in an awkward kneeling position. Or what it would look like if horses were capable of kneeling.

Regina let go immediately. "I'm sorry!" She shouldn't have hung on him when he wasn't feeling well. The tears spilled down her cheeks. One hand stroked his large belly while the other felt one of his bent front legs, praying it wasn't broken. "Let's see if we can get you back on your feet, yeah?" But even as she spoke she knew that even with magic she was out of her element. What the situation called for was an equine specialist. Thing was, Regina wouldn't be leaving Rociante's side for anything.

After a moment of intense concentration, a cloud of purple smoke brought Anastasia to the stable stall.

"What the –" Anastasia spun around and caught sight of Regina with Rociante. Before she could even register what was going on, Regina started talking.

"I need you to do something for me. I need you to go to town, there's a man who tends to wounded and ill war horses, breeding them during times of peace. Bring him here."

"I'm not quite familiar with the layout of this land."

Regina sighed, reaching out. "Take my hand."

Anastasia crossed the remaining distance, obeying.

Regina cast an enchantment that would enable Anastasia to travel by instinct. The path was magically engraved to her muscle memory. When she needed to turn, she'd turn, whether or not she thought to do so beforehand.

"What was that for? I don't feel any different."

"You know the way now. Take your horse and go."

"Regina –" Anastasia tried to offer up calming words, but was cut off.

"Go!"

Knowing she was already taking too long for Regina's liking, she speed walked off to prepare Oscar for travel. At least she could pride herself with the fact she had been selected to do a clearly important task. Even if she spent way too little time with her, there was that.

Regina could only stroke Rociante while they waited, struggling to see through her tears. And to think the morning had started off so well. "We'll find out what's wrong, Roc. I promise." She closed her eyes. She didn't want to be alone. She needed someone there, anyone.

It was Snow the purple smoke summoned that time. If she thought the magical pull was unexpected, the sight of a less than composed Regina by a fallen Rociante's side was shocking. "Oh my god!" She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Regina, too, was shocked by who her magic brought to her in the situation. Anastasia had been picked, Snow was random.

Snow felt a shiver run down her spine at the uncanny resemblance Regina had when she looked up, to that very same motion that took place just after Cora's death in Storybrooke. The difference was there was no blame in Regina's eyes as there had been then. It was weird seeing no blame there after growing accustomed to it for so long. It drew her towards her, she sat herself down by her side.

"I don't know what happened," Regina admitted brokenly.

Snow tentatively wrapped her arms around her, unsure her comfort would even be accepted. To her surprise, Regina turned into her, not only accepting the embrace but leaning heavily into her. "Okay, I've got you."

Regina held on, seeking comfort from the woman she was meant to hate. The woman had stolen Daniel from her, hand picked her for her father. However she had done nothing to separate her from Rociante. Therefore Regina allowed the hate to be cast off to the sidelines. If they had a single thing in common, it was their love for animals.

Based on Regina's current composure, Snow had little doubt that the loss of Daniel really did break her. Rociante was merely a horse and Regina was an absolute mess. She chanced pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She wanted to apologize, but it was an inopportune time. She did, however, realize she had her own mission and while helping Emma was great, it wasn't doing herself any favors. Making Emma look good had no affect on Regina's views of Snow herself. Snow did want to be forgiven.

Regina hated the fact she went from rarely if ever breaking down to breaking down twice within the same week. Where was her backbone? It used to be such a sturdy presence. It was one thing to know she was lacking love, but there was no need to convert to damsel in distress to get it. Apparently, her emotions disagreed.

"Is there someone coming to find what's wrong with him?" Snow asked.

Regina nodded, her head somewhere against her neck and shoulder. She hoped for Anastasia to return quickly. The agony of not knowing what to do was getting to be too much.

"Okay, that's something." Snow stroked Regina's hair, pulling back little strands that were becoming matted to her face. She nodded to herself. "So, you are going to find out what's wrong with him and you are going to help him fight it, because that's what you do. You are Queen Regina and nothing, nothing defeats her or her steeds." Snow spoke with confidence in hopes it would rub off onto Regina. She actually wouldn't mind seeing a bit of that Evil Queen spark if it took the tears away.

Regina took in a deep, shaky breath. She tried to wrap herself in the pride of the words being truthful, but she just wasn't feeling it. It sounded more like something her mother would say and that only served to chill her.

The absence of an even half-hearted response told Snow that approach hadn't worked. "Okay… I'm sure you're going to get mad in a few minutes, considering how much you hate me. Do you want to hit me? I won't hit back. You can scream at me how I've ruined your life, if you want. I'll take it."

Still, Regina wasn't phased. She wasn't even tempted. Her ears were straining to hear the sound of returning hoof beats that had yet to come. She remained tattered.

"Alright, something different, then." Snow tilted Regina's chin up. She silently apologized for what she was about to do to Storybrooke Regina. If they were indeed one in the same, Snow knew the former Mayor would be disturbed and likely disgusted. Desperate as she was, she pressed a kiss to Regina's lips.

Everything else aside, it was the perfect distraction. Regina responded to the kiss almost automatically. It could have been anyone, she would have done the same. What she knew was she was hurting and she didn't want to be. She pulled Snow closer, her grip tight.

Snow gasped into the kiss, not expecting the response she got or the feeling it gave her. She didn't think she'd enjoy it. The fact that she did was confusing. Charming was her True Love. Then again Belle was supposedly Rumple's, but she was competing as well.

"If I can't think," came Regina's husky voice against her lips. "You can't think either." She reclaimed Snow's lips, the younger brunette allowing her thoughts to fly away.

For a few moments they lost themselves in each other, until Rociante shattered the silence, making them jump apart.

The feeling of impending doom began crushing Regina once more.

"Okay, Regina, you can't be in here. Falling apart every time you look at him does no good." Snow took Regina's hands, pulling them both to their feet.

Regina fought against her hold. "I'm not leaving him!"

"We're not, we're not. We're just going outside. Just outside. Fresh air." Snow tugged her along. Her word held true, she only led them to just outside the stables. "See? We're still right here." She wiped Regina's tears away.

Regina took in a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly. "If something happens to him –"

"Right here," Snow reminded. She rubbed Regina's forearms gently.

"I'm scared," Regina admitted.

"I know." Snow drew her into her arms. "I know."

Regina let her head rest against her shoulder. "I should just cancel today."

"You can do that. Of course, people are just going to ask a lot of questions."

Regina knew she didn't want to deal with that. "I'll deal with everything later. Now…" She lifted her head, pressing a kiss to Snow's jawline.

Snow tilted her head just enough to catch Regina's lips. She couldn't explain the pull she had begun to feel between them. It was somehow easier to accept, though, knowing it wasn't special. It could end with the week.

Regina explored thoroughly as she returned the kiss. Something physical to focus on made it easier to push the emotional pain away. The fact that it was Snow held little importance. She was one of twenty-four warm bodies.

A small moan escaped Snow unwittingly. Regina was talented, one would have to be a fool not to notice that. Her fingers threaded through dark hair, keeping them together.

Regina hummed into the kiss, surprised when she had to break away due to breathlessness. She needed to stop underestimating these women and what they could make her feel. She was expecting the first few weeks to be her purely finding enjoyment in toying with them, but instead just in the past few days alone some of them were making her like them, or at least the physicality of them.

Snow considered it to be a good thing that Regina didn't simply break again the moment the kiss ended. Progress was progress. She slowly untangled her hand from her hair.

Any potential awkwardness that could have followed was promptly shattered by the sound of hoof beats in the distance drawing nearer. Regina's heart leapt while her stomach simultaneously dropped. The good thing would be that she would know what was wrong with her baby, the bad thing would be that she would know what was wrong with her baby. In theory the mystery was worse than the knowledge, but what if it wasn't?

"Is that -?"

"Yes."

Snow recognized one of the riders as Anastasia a moment later. That explained her unusual disappearance from the breakfast table. Snow came to realize her own magical exit had probably looked the same.

Nearer and nearer the riders and accompanying sounds came until they halted at an appropriate distance, stepping off their respective horses.

"Your Majesty," spoke the man, dropping into a respectable bow.

Regina nodded. "Sir," she acknowledged. "This way." She entered the stables again, leading the man to Rociante's stall with the other two women trailing behind. "He was fine two days ago," Regina informed as she came to a stop. "We even went for a ride."

"I do hope it was a good one, just looking at him I can see it will be a while before he's in shape to ride again."

Regina nodded, saying nothing. Assuming was one thing, confirmation was quite another.

"May I enter the stall?"

"Of course."

With permission, the man did just that. "Was he already buckled down when you first saw him?" He knelt by Rociante's side.

"No, I… I think the weight of my holding onto him was too much," Regina answered guiltily. Before her throat entirely closed up she added, "And he vomited, I don't know how or when, but he did."

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully as he looked Rociante over. "His heartbeat is steady, at least," he noted moments later. "His left front leg certainly has a break as it appeared that was the side that took the most impact of the fall. As for his illness, I believe he's acquired colic, though it doesn't appear to be consistent with any of the known causes, which is actually quite common. Very rarely is a cause discovered."

"Colic?" Regina repeated. "There's no cure for that, even with magic."

"Unfortunately so, Your Majesty." He rose to his feet. "And with a broken leg hindering his ability to exercise, it will likely grow worse with nothing to do."

"Then I'll heal it."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, mending a bone is a challenge for even the most advanced Light Magic practitioners. You primarily practice Dark. Flesh wounds and perhaps organ repair are the best you could possibly hope to do."

Regina didn't even have it in her to be angry. "So there's nothing I can do."

"Keep him comfortable and continue care as normally as possible." Meaning yes, essentially nothing.

"He'll just sit there, doing nothing until -?"

"The leg will heal over time."

"Time he may not have."

The man merely nodded.

"Thank you," Regina spoke dismissively.

Knowing how to take a hint, he took his exit.

Anastasia remembered then she had left Oscar outside and went to fetch him to return him to his stall.

"Regina…" Snow spoke quietly. It was just the two of them.

"Don't."

"Re-"

"Don't!"

Snow nodded. "I'll go back inside," she spoke in a mouse quiet voice before leaving.

Regina moved to Rociante's side, kneeling by him once more. "I'm sorry, my precious boy." She stroked his head gently. "I tried." No one knew horses better than the man able to wear the title of equine specialist. He was no idiot when it came to magic, either. Deep down Regina had already known what he'd spoken, but just once she was hopeful for a loophole. Had been, at least. Sometimes they simply didn't exist.

Rociante let out a low snort as if to say he knew. He turned his head, nuzzling his nose against her.

"Regina?" It was Anastasia, just outside the stall. "Were you planning on coming back inside?"

Regina looked to her, conflicted. She didn't want to leave Rociante but she had guests and if she wanted to be free of Leopold she couldn't let a single day go to waste. "I don't have a plan."

"People are going to be making their way out here eventually, since they know we're supposed to be with the horses again today. Perhaps not right after breakfast, but at some point…"

"I know." Regina sighed. She scratched Rociante's ears. "I think I'll just have a guard show everyone how it's done. Roc is the only thing left from before I came Queen. The only living thing, anyway."

"What about your father?" Anastasia asked.

"Yes, I do suppose he counts as well. His life has never really seemed like much of a life, though. Man has no spine."

"Better to be without spine than without heart."

Regina froze at that, remembering what Emma had said about her mother being heartless. Couple that with the fact she knew Anastasia to be the Red Queen and also knowing Cora was in Wonderland, it gave her chills. "You've met my mother, haven't you?"

"She's the reason I'm the Red queen."

Regina barked out a sharp laugh. "I really don't know why I'm surprised. Except, she was Queen of Hearts."

"Indeed she was, alas she practically forced me to take over."

"That makes no sense, all she's ever cared about is power."

"I got the feeling she was seeking more in another land, but I didn't ask. I doubt I would have gotten an answer anyway."

"You're probably right about that. She was never exactly the easiest person to talk to." Regina returned her eyes to Rociante, feeling small and useless. She could just hear Cora laughing at her for 'letting' Rociante get so sick.

"Are you entirely sure nothing magical can cure him?"

Regina whipped her head up. "What?"

"Maybe the magic in this land can't, but in Wonderland there are magical waters that restore very sickly beings to pretty perfect health."

Regina scoffed. "There's always a catch."

"It just has to be given as opposed to taken, that's all."

"No guardian of magical anything is going to give the Evil Queen something to save a mere horse. We have similar waters here, to return what's been lost, but its guardian is a siren that seduces and drowns anyone who attempts to get to it."

"If it's not the time –"

"If it were up to me, he would never die! But it's not. Horses, individually, make no difference on the grand scale of things. They can't change the world or be destined for some sort of greatness or inevitable event like people do. There's no point in wasting time going on some goose chase of a quest to be laughed at. Because, realistically, whether I like it or not, he's reached an age where it's only natural. I learned years ago that forever can be a short time indeed."

Rociante stretched his neck out to rest his head on her lap, nose nuzzling his owner's hand.

Anastasia didn't know how to respond, the Queen had a point. Who was to say animals counted as worthy recipients to the healing properties of the water? Even if they were, who was to say they had the time to get it? So she didn't say anything, she merely moved to sit beside them, not touching, just being there.

"Thank you, though," Regina whispered. "Not many people would give a damn."

"You do."

A small sob escaped. "That is very true." Regina lowered her head to kiss the top of Rociante's. She knew from then on she would be terrified every time he closed his eyes.

Anastasia wasn't sure it was going to work, but she decided to try and make her laugh. "The funny thing about my introduction to royal life is I was attempting to steal the royal jewels, I had no interest in being Queen. The King caught me, and instead of punishing me decided I'd make quite the pretty bride."

Regina snorted, cracking a smile. "Just like that?"

"Well, no. I only wanted the jewels so my boyfriend and I could have a better life. But out of nowhere your mother popped up and convinced me to go through with it. Will didn't want anything to do with me after that. I regret nothing more than going after those damn jewels."

"My mother is a life ruiner. Knocks people down so she can feel like she's rising in the ranks."

"You're better than her." Anastasia let herself place a hand on Regina's shoulder. "Just look at the depth of your love for your pet. Whoever wins this game is going to be a lucky woman indeed."

Regina lifted her head and looked to her. Suddenly her voice wasn't quite so annoying. "Really?" Her eyes searched Anastasia's face for any hint of a lie.

"Really." The blonde let her hand trail down Regina's arm from her shoulder, weaving their fingers together when she reached her hand. With their connected hands, Anastasia moved their fingers to stroke gently along Rociante's fur together.

Regina got the feeling the action implied that as long as she planned to be by Rociante's side, Anastasia would be right there with her. The implication alone was enough. "You actually care," she murmured.

"I told you when I got here that gaining the King's spot on the throne held no interest to me. My interest is you, though I may enjoy the competitive atmosphere just a bit as well. I don't think some of these women would actually know what to do if they won, some might not even want to. I do, though. If people don't start caring now, they'll get comfortable and won't care later. I know I'd rather be the one that gives her all only to be sent home than the one that doesn't open up yet makes it far. Even if I get sent home first, it certainly won't be because I didn't try hard enou– "

Anastasia was cut off with a kiss that ended up being quite long.

"It's my game, dear. I know there are those here out of curiosity and little else. It can always change, I know my interest in this first week is higher than I expected it would be. People are surprising me. I assure you, though, I will not let someone win that I will regret choosing to stay again and again and again. Sweet that you don't want me to pick the wrong person, but that's not for you to worry about." Regina returned her gaze to Rociante and their still entwined hands that rested on him. The rise and fall showing he was breathing was more precious than ever before.

"You are the best judge for what you want," Anastasia agreed as she followed Regina's gaze. "I just…care."

"That is quite clear, and I do appreciate it." She really did. Snow was, well, Snow and had managed to make the situation about her, while in comparison Anastasia was being pretty selfless. Unlike the pity Regina had been sure was about to come from Snow after she sent the equine specialist away and shortly with Snow to follow, Anastasia tried for a loophole, staying after it was shot down. 'I'm here' meant more than 'I'm sorry' would have.

"Are you going to be okay?" Anastasia asked softly. It may be hours or weeks, but Rociante was slipping.

Rociante looked right at Regina and let out a definitive snort.

Regina let out a broken laugh in response. "Well alright, Sir." She rubbed his nose. "He says yes, I have no say in the matter," she told Anastasia.

Anastasia smiled sadly at the strong bond they so clearly shared. It was going to be hard when it disappeared. "Quite loyal, isn't he?"

"Very." Regina took in a deep breath, resulting in a sniffle.

Lo and behold, curiosity did seem to draw others to the stables. "Regina, what's happened?"

Regina and Anastasia looked up to see Mulan just outside the stall.

"Colic and a broken leg," Regina answered with a sigh.

"Oh no…" Mulan knew what that meant.

Regina got an idea. Perhaps she didn't need a guard to help after all. "Maybe you can do me a favor."

"What's that?" Mulan asked.

"I gather just about everyone is finished with breakfast by now?"

"Yes."

"I planned to show everyone the proper brushing techniques along with how to clean the underside of hooves, but I don't feel much like moving. It still needs to be learned, however. Would you mind taking that over, lead by example?"

"I could, but I don't know if they'll listen to me."

"Oh, they will. I'll make them listen." Similar to the method she used to alert her guests to meal times, Regina made sure everyone got the message that Mulan would be leading the day's activity.

"Okay, let's not have you drain yourself again," Anastasia stated with a supportive arm on Regina's back.

Regina was admittedly feeling a bit woozy. "It's fine, I just didn't get much of a chance to eat today."

"Then come in for lunch. You can't stay out here all day on a near empty stomach."

Regina nodded. She knew logically she would have to, or she would be passing out again and it would have little to do with magical drains. She needed sustenance, and she couldn't just quit on life alongside Rociante. "I will," she promised. She let her head settle on Anastasia's shoulder.

"When more people start coming in, should I tell them not to come by this stall unless you specifically ask them?" Mulan asked.

"Yes," Regina answered. "Let them know Rociante is ill and that I don't want to be bothered unless I say otherwise, and they'll know when I say otherwise."

"And am I right to assume we won't be riding, at least as a group, today?"

"Yes. Those who wish to after lunch may still do so, but they'll be on their own, as with any other time not being dedicated to meals or group activities." Regina closed her eyes, tired from the very emotional start to her day.

"Alright," Mulan nodded.

The noise level grew as more and more people made their way to the stables. Mulan stepped away to watch them file in, knowing that not counting herself and Anastasia there should be twenty-two.

"Do you want me to join the others?" Anastasia asked Regina. "Or is my shoulder too comfortable a pillow?"

"Mm," Regina hummed in thought. She really should let Anastasia go, but she wanted someone with her still. Not Snow, she was certain on that. All twenty-four faces ran on a loop for a while in her head before slowing to a stop. "Yes," Regina answered. "Join the others." She forced herself to lift her head from Anastasia's shoulder. "But send Belle in your place."

Anastasia nodded, slowly untangling her fingers from Regina's. She rose to her feet and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

Regina's eyes fluttered, having just started to open before closing again.

Anastasia slipped out of the stall only to have eyes divert to her from Mulan, some gazes curious and others accusatory, but all expectant. "Belle, Regina would like you," she announced simply.

The attention shifted from Anastasia to Belle as the brunette crossed to the stall.

"Stop staring!" Anastasia hissed at the others as she worked her way into the crowd. "Just pay attention to Mulan."

Belle stepped into Rociante's stall, making sure the door was closed quietly. "You asked for me?" She took in the state of Rociante, frowning a little. Mulan had told the group that Rociante was ill, but mind's eye and actual vision were two very different things. Seeing made it real.

"Come 'ere," Regina spoke drowsily, patting the empty space beside her Anastasia had previously occupied.

Belle approached her obediently, sitting alongside her, looking down at Rociante who was still resting his head on Regina's lap.

In no time at all, Regina claimed Belle's shoulder as her resting place.

"Oh." Belle was surprised by that. She rose a hand to gently stroke her hair. "Okay." She didn't know what she had been expecting, honestly. It was as adorable as it was confusing. "You just make yourself comfortable."

Regina's nose bumped Belle's neck as she nuzzled her head against her shoulder. "You smell good."

Belle laughed. In comparison to their surroundings, anything would smell good. "What do I smell like?"

"Like you've found my library."

"That's okay, right? I mean yes, I found it, but it's not out of bounds or something?" Belle couldn't remember anything specifically said in the rules about not going in there.

"It's not out of bounds. Nothing magical can be found there, so there's no harm."

Belle smiled. "That's good, I do love reading."

"As I remember. That was your favorite room in the Dark Castle, was it not?"

"Yes it was." Belle paused in thought. "When we met, why were you trying to get me to break the Dark One's curse? He must be a useful ally."

"He taught me magic. I thought maybe if he were magic free he could teach me to stop. It was a dumb idea, there's no going back for either of us. I was just following fanciful delusions of normalcy. I watched you two through my mirrors for some time. I noticed a soft spot and took it for something bigger than it was. "Regina absent-mindedly stroked Rociante's belly.

"You haven't gone to the same dark lengths he has. You are relatively normal." Belle pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

"Many would beg to differ."

"Why?"

"I practice Dark Magic. I'm the Evil Queen. It matters not my darkest deeds remain mere thoughts in my head, I'm tainted."

"Even good people have dark thoughts. You're evil why? Someone said so? Look where you are right now. Do evil people really have heart enough to let a sick horse use them for a pillow?"

"I killed once."

"If you were evil, you would have lost track of that number."

"I enjoyed it. I crushed someone's heart to dust and I enjoyed it."

"One time."

"I could easily do it again."

"Then why haven't you?"

"I don't want to."

"See?"

Regina lifted her head. "The urge remains. Why are you trying to convince me that's perfectly okay?"

"Because you don't need to change. You are strong and your magic doesn't control you. You control you. You have seemed very much half asleep as long as I've been in here, though. Maybe if you get some sleep you'll feel more confident in yourself when you wake up."

"But Rociante –"

"Won't be going anywhere just yet."

"I am tired…" Regina admitted.

"I know." Belle gently eased her head onto her shoulder again, stroking her hair. "Just rest, and if you still feel the need, you can tell me all about how evil you are when you wake up."

Regina dozed off for about fifteen minutes, which was just long enough to convince herself everything that morning had been a dream. She'd wake up with Anita at her side and start the day for real, and it would be better. However, before she even opened her eyes she could smell the same book smell she'd associated with Belle. Opening her eyes confirmed they were indeed in the stables, and the weight in her lap reminded her of Rociante's condition. "Oh." It was all real. She lifted her head from Belle's shoulder, resulting in the sound of her neck cracking from stiffness. "Damn." She moved a hand to her neck, trying to rub some of that stiffness away.

"You okay?"

"I feel like a sack of potatoes that got whacked with another sack of potatoes. That's what I get for falling asleep in the stables of all places, today of all days." She looked down at Rociante, grateful to see he was still hanging around. "There's my strong boy," she whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

"Do you remember the last couple minutes before you fell asleep?"

"Mm," Regina acknowledged. "My filter lowers quite a bit when I'm tired." She stroked Rociante's neck lovingly. "I've sat here doing nothing long enough, I should brush him, and you should do the same for… which horse did you pick, again?"

"Lilac," Belle answered. "I want you to know I meant what I said, though. Those who call you evil simply do not know you."

The corner of Regina's mouth barely noticeably twitched. "Have Mulan bring me the brushes I need, you go take care of Lilac."

Belle took her dismissal and passed the message to Mulan. She looked to see who looked best like they knew what they were doing. Cinderella appeared to be the one to go to to catch up on what she'd missed.

Mulan had discovered that along with the saddles, each horse had their own set of brushes in the saddle room. Sunday night was actually when she found that out, only she hadn't known the horses' names, and therefore had used the same set for all of them. As everyone was using theirs currently, it wasn't all that hard to figure out which set went along with Rociante. She had it brought to Regina in moments.

"Did you just want me to drop this off, or…?"

"Does everyone know what they're doing?"

"More or less."

"Then you can stay. I may need help with something in a moment." Regina took the bucket of brushes from Mulan when she was close enough, setting it on the ground beside her. "This side is going to be easy enough, but the other side…I'll need to lift him. Even magically doing so, I'll need someone to make sure his broken leg stays right where it is. If it straightens out when I move him, it will only be worse when I set him back down."

Mulan blinked a couple times. "You can lift him?" She wasn't an expert on magic, but it seemed like a pretty incredible feat.

Regina had already started the brushing process. "I can do many things," she responded. "I just can't heal him."

Rociante mewled at the attention, sounding rather happy despite the circumstances.

"He seems to forgive you of that fact," Mulan stated as she watched them.

"Of course he does," Regina murmured fondly, trying her hardest not to let a tear come to her eye again. "A horse's love is without condition."

Rociante lifted his head and elongated his neck so Regina had better brushing access.

Mulan wasn't used to such tenderness being shown to fallen horses. On the battlefield they would be left for dead or even used as bait for target practice, and most nauseatingly, killed for their meat. Then again the exact same could be said for people. It was the most disturbing part about it all, that war was almost for sport more than it was for any sort of justice. To see such change was refreshing.

Regina brushed everything she could reach to perfection. "Alright, Mulan, this is where your help comes in."

Mulan nodded, alert and ready.

"I need you to sandwich your hands over the bend on his front left leg, hold it in place until I'm done raising him and can put it in stasis. When I'm ready to lower him I'll need you to hold it again until he's on the ground once more."

Mulan stooped down to hold the leg in the manner she had been instructed. She was careful not to use unnecessary pressure to the task, she didn't want to hurt the poor thing more.

"Got it?" Regina asked as she rose to her feet.

"Ready," Mulan confirmed.

Regina held her hands out, focusing so hard as she used them as her anchor that they trembled. However, they did their job. The higher she raised her hands, the further off the ground Rociante lifted. Mulan followed, standing taller every time the height increased so her hands wouldn't slip prematurely. When Regina reached the desired height she cut off the direct connection to her hands, keeping Rociante suspended with her mind. Next she focused to keep his leg in stasis in addition to the suspension.

"Alright," Regina stated. "You can let go now, but stay close." She set to work getting the other side brushed immediately, knowing it was a race against the clock. Should she take a moment too long and lose control, Rociante would fall and she may not have the time or ability to break it. She didn't rush it, but she didn't dawdle either.

A floating horse could not be ignored, capturing the attention of most if not all the contestants, distracting them from the attention they were giving their own horses as they watched and/or listened with awe and intrigue. Some couldn't actually see but were drawn from their respective stalls at the curious murmurings of the others. A crowd was gathering, though some chose to stay at a respectable distance.

"What is she doing?" Ariel asked.

"Brushing him," Milah answered simply.

"All the way up there?" Rapunzel asked.

"He's got a broken leg," Anastasia informed. "How else would you brush a horse that can't stand on its own?"

"Just because he's been elevated does not mean he's on display," Anita stated. "And your chatter is likely distracting Regina, especially those of you becoming one with the stall door. Don't make her lose focus."

Everything quieted to whispers.

"I like her," Emma muttered to herself in approval of the shewolf. She had been about ready to smack some people herself. Really, did they miss the part where they were told not to bother Regina?

Regina finished brushing and released the stasis, lowering Rociante safely to the ground with Mulan's help. "If you're all done staring at me," she addressed the group as a whole. "I believe we are slightly overdue on lunch." She surveyed the group. "I'll be sitting by Cinderella and Amara this time." She stroked Rociante's neck affectionately before finding the will and quite frankly the hunger to exit his stall. She fetched him a couple carrots before beginning to head out.

It wasn't long before Cinderella and Amara each wormed their way through the other women until they were at either side of Regina.

"It can be a circus in here," Amara stated lowly. "I apologize for that."

"I brought it on for myself, no need for you to apologize."

"You didn't forsee your horse falling ill, yet some, not all, but some, were treating your creative way to care for him as entertainment. So I'm apologizing for the immaturity of others as they certainly aren't going to themselves."

"Apologizing for something you didn't do." Regina smiled. "How admirable."

"It got you to smile."

"Yes," Regina spoke as she realized it had indeed. "I suppose it did."

"Are we still going to do dancing tomorrow?" Cinderella asked. "It would be understandable if we didn't, given the circumstances."

"I shall have to decide on that tomorrow," Regina answered. "As of now I am unsure." They were drawing nearer and nearer to the castle and all she could think about was food.

Cinderella nodded. She didn't have a preference, she was merely curious. "I helped Belle with her horse today."

"Oh, did you?"

"I just showed here what Mulan showed us as she had been with you and missed it."

"How nice." Closer, closer, and indoors at last. It wasn't much longer before she could sit at the table.

For some merciful reason, everyone settled into seats rather quickly, which meant Regina could start eating without waiting an eternity. Cinderella sat to her left and Amara sat to her right.

The noise level was low, most were switching their attention between the food and Regina in attempt to gage her mood. Those who did speak were talking of Regina and Rociante, wondering how much would change when the inevitable occurred.

For their part, Cinderella and Amara did try to drown out the whispers by engaging in regular voice level conversations with Regina.

The furthest thing from the topic of horses Amara could think of to say was the announcement, "I have three sons."

Regina coughed, nearly choking on her food in her surprise, eyes flying wide open. "What?" she asked incredulously once everything was safely swallowed.

"They're grown now," Amara elaborated. "I wouldn't be here if I had wee little babies to raise."

"Three grown children," Regina repeated.

"That's not even the interesting part. They're genies now. Well, more than likely they still are. I've lost track of them to be honest."

Regina was looking at her like she was a whole new person. "Genies. How does one even become a genie?"

"In this case it was a punishment for selfishness, as genies are to grant the wishes of others with obedience and general thoughtlessness."

"My mother is the most selfish woman I've ever known, she was never turned into a genie." The thought of that was a highly amusing one, however.

"Did she break any of the laws of magic?"

Silence.

"That's why."

"What did they do?" Regina asked warily. Messing with the laws of magic was generally unheard of.

"Prevented a death to avoid the lost feeling it would give them."

"Saving a life hardly seems selfish."

"It is when another life is taken, traded for the other."

"Oh. That makes sense, then." If she were perfectly honest, Regina was completely baffled at the fact Amara was even old enough to have three grown children. The awe was sticking, even as she focused on her food.

After debating with herself for a while, Cinderella spit out her question, "Since you're unsure we'll be dancing tomorrow, do you think maybe before the week is out you can spare a dance for me?"

Regina looked to her, knowing she must have battled with herself before asking. "Before the week is out? It's only Wednesday, I'm sure I can manage that."

A brilliant white smile was the response and Regina couldn't help but smile back. There was hope for some of these women, yet. Others, though, others had to be tested.

Sooner or later Regina would figure out the mystery of Tamara. She decided it would probably be wiser to get her alone before putting her in a room with the other three from the future. Anything that came not to match up with the others couldn't be talked out of that way. She could try to tell herself to be objective, but ultimately the game, at its core, was all about bias and favoritism. She would be smart about it, sure, but objectivity seemed counterproductive to the purpose.

The food gradually disappeared and everyone had their fill, merely waiting on Regina to excuse them.

Regina caught on. "As I'm sure you're all aware, any riding that will be done today will be on an individual basis. I will request again that you only ride if you're experienced. That said, I will be going back to the stables now myself. You're free to do what you wish, within reason." She rose from her chair. "Tamara, I'd like for you to accompany me."

Emma did her best to keep her expression neutral even though her jaw wanted to fall to the floor. "Guess I'm gonna hang out with Spot," she muttered under her breath.

Everyone scattered where they may, Emma keeping a respectable distance from Regina and Tamara as they walked to the stables while keeping her ears peeled for whatever bullshit would be flying out of Tamara's mouth.

Snow caught on, catching Emma's arm. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"I'm going to hang out with my horse," Emma answered.

"I was thinking yesterday and realized that Tamara being the first one sent away would probably be the worst idea. What if she just goes back and does everything we know she does again?"

Emma looked at her. "You have a point but all I'm interested in right now is what she tells Regina. I'm not going to the stables to make a scene to convince Regina of anything. I just want to see if she's the same dangerous manipulative person and figure out if she's lying. I do still have that ability, it doesn't just go away."

Snow nodded. "Just remember Neal nearly married her. If you catch her lying and for some reason Regina likes her, it won't be easy to make her believe you."

"I'm hoping Regina would have the judgment enough to not be blinding by anyone here. Queen or Mayor, she's smarter than that. Now let me go, I missed plenty already."

With that, Emma continued on her path to the stables. She was indeed correct about missing some things as, though quiet, it was clear upon entrance that Regina and Tamara were already in the middle of their conversation.

"In a hypothetical scenario in which you made it all the way to the end of this game, would you miss the other land, the one you came from?" Regina asked while attempting to get Rociante to eat the carrots he hadn't touched from earlier.

"Maybe a little bit," Tamara answered. "But I'm sure I'd be well adjusted by that point. The full length is twenty-four weeks, right?"

"Not counting the week that was given for everyone to arrive, yes. I'd wager twenty-four weeks couldn't hold a candle to twenty-four years, though." Regina inwardly cheered when Rociante finally nipped the tip of one of the carrots.

"Most of what I'd miss are people, and those people are already gone."

Regina couldn't have asked for a more perfect transition. "Well, there are three others that come from your time playing the game. Did you never know Kathryn, Snow, or Emma?"

At that the secluded Emma was on high alert.

"My fiancé spoke of an Emma," Tamara answered.

Emma's pulse was racing. Surely if she remembered Neal then she was in fact the same destructive woman she remembered. Neal had been a mere pawn in the grand scheme of getting close to Henry.

"So neither of them are familiar to you?" Regina questioned.

"Well there is a popular kids' story about Snow White, but surely the name is a coincidence."

Emma let her head bump Spot's neck in exasperation.

"If I'm to listen to the others, I'm in that other land, that other time as well. If that's the case, surely you'd remember me?" Regina spoke flirtatiously.

Emma grinned. That was brilliant. This time the answer would set off her lie detector for sure, proving Tamara one way or the other. It reminded her a bit of Storybrooke Regina who constantly had Snow backed into a corner with the non-murder of Kathryn.

"I do," Tamara admitted. "You're in a position of power there as well. We had, or will have, our run ins."

And there it was, run ins Emma's ass. Tamara was toying with everyone just as much here as she had there, that poor word choice confirmed it. Still, Emma was unclear where exactly on the timeline she'd come from. After Neal but before Neverland. How could Emma find out if she remembered the torturing and the kidnapping?

"I see." Regina hummed in thought, encouraging Rociante to eat more. "Do you recall me having a son in this land?"

"That was a widely known fact, yes."

"Did you ever speak to him? I am highly curious about this supposed future of mine and who's in it. I'm trying to piece together a picture based on everyone's perspective."

"I met him, yes. My fiancé is his father."

Oh, that was very sneaky. Emma had been there for that. Same 'ole Tamara right there for sure.

That was enough to explain some of the hostility between Emma and Tamara right there for Regina. Two women, same man. One of them could be lying, and quite frankly Tamara's answers were rather vague, as if she was hiding something.

"You do know you can speak freely with me?" Regina asked. "I'm not going to bite. I'd say you being from the future would raise the chances of it backfiring on me if I tried."

"There's this recommendation of not altering the future too much by informing the past of its events."

"Well if you don't plan to go back, what's the harm?" Regina smiled charmingly at her.

"I didn't say I wasn't planning on going back. If I lose I see little reason to stay."

Ouch. Emma wanted to smack her. To her, at least, that was pretty horrible.

Regina decided to put on a bit of a show, see what happened. "I see," she spoke rejectedly. "And here I was seeing the potential to remain friends at least with those who do not win."

"I didn't know that."

"It's your decision in the end, but all or nothing aren't the only options. If that's how you choose to see it though, so be it." Regina turned her focus to Rociante, pretending to tune her out when she was actually being attentive to what the reaction would be.

"I didn't think…" Tamara trailed off at the apparent fact Regina was no longer paying attention. She sighed and came up to her. "I misspoke. I can see you're shutting me out, so I'll just give you some space now."

Tamara took her leave and Regina let her, as stopping her would ruin the illusion.

Emma held her breath, Spot becoming the most interesting thing in the world when Tamara walked by. She might have fallen for Regina's convincing ruse as well if not for that handy ability of hers. She always did have particularly good accuracy when it came to Regina.

It was a de ja vu moment when Emma realized Spot was trying to eat her jacket again. "Woah there! Not food, remember?"

At the sound of Emma's voice, Regina rolled her eyes with a knowing smirk. She didn't have to see to know what was happening. "What do you think, Roc?" she whispered. "Should I save her again or let her figure it out/"

The horse responded by taking a particularly large bite of a carrot, just barely missing fingers.

"Alright, alright." She walked to the stall door, not exiting just yet. "Having a problem, Emma dear?"

"Spot just… really… likes my jacket."

Regina chuckled. "You might just look like a great big strawberry with it on. I could get him to stop for you, but part of forging a bond with a horse is letting it know you're in charge. He'll never listen to you if you don't get started on that."

"Ah! That's great and all, but he's got my hair too." Even if she wanted to sacrifice her jacket, doing so would be a moot point with her hair caught.

Regina tsked. "Alright." She stepped out of Rociante's tall then. "This is the last time I'm stepping in, Swan. Next time you're on your own." She had to laugh at the sight that greeted her as she arrived at Spot's stall. "Oh my, you are in a bit of a pickle."

"Are you just going to laugh at me or are you really going to help?" Emma couldn't help the fact she was whining. She was feeling things on her head that really shouldn't be felt.

Regina chuckled again as she stepped inside, to the rescue at last. Instead of doing anything physically, she spoke in a firm tone that spelled trouble, "Spot."

The horse froze, quite aware at that point that he was in the wrong.

"Let go," Regina ordered in that same tone.

As soon as Emma felt the grip begin to loosen, she pulled herself free, a few pieces of her hair lost with the action. Her jacket remained relatively unharmed. "Oww." She rubbed her head where her scalp was still stinging.

"I hope you learned from that and will be able to reprimand him on your own next time."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, I know you'd rather be with your horse right now." It suddenly hit her that Regina was just as devoted to Rociante as she was to Henry in Storybrooke. It was a bit endearing and more than a little sad.

"Not alone, though," Regina responded. "And my time with Tamara was cut short."

"Oh." A pause. "I can join you, if you want. Unless there's someone else out here you want to spend more time with. I don't want to smother you or anything, or –"

"You're overthinking, Emma. Relax a little."

Emma sighed, taking that moment to gather herself. "Sorry, I just know too much of the same person can be overwhelming."

"I give you a week's immunity and you think you can overwhelm me?"

Emma chose not to voice any of the responses she came up with, exiting Spot's stall with her in a moment of silence.

"So, in this future land," Regina spoke casually. "Tamara is engaged to the father of your son?"

"If you want to call than an engagement, yeah."

"Were you jealous?" Regina entered Rociante's stall once more, Emma not too far behind.

"That is as dumb a question as asking if you love Leopold. Of course not. I just don't like her. I tried to, but my instincts were against it and I ended up being right. But it's all irrelevant, none of it has technically happened yet anyway. Or it has and everything is one whacky side affect."

"This non-linear timeline is very confusing." Regina knelt by Rociante once more.

"Tell me about it." Emma sat down beside her. "I'm starting to wonder if I'm dreaming this all up in a nuthouse somewhere."

"If that's the case, we're having the same dream." She stroked along Rociante's back, looking to Emma.

A little smirk appeared on Emma's face at that. It faded after a moment, however. "Can't be much of a dream for you right now, I mean…" She looked pointedly at Rociante.

"Well, nothing lasts forever," Regina murmured.

Emma took her free hand, squeezing gently. "Strong enough memories do."

Regina knew it was supposed to be comforting, but it had the opposite affect. "Even those become diluted over time, making you question…everything."

That was certainly a statement of truth. Even before the whole time confusion got figured in, Emma's life practically vibrated with the truth of that statement. Before Storybrooke life, even. She wrapped her arms around Regina, but with a grip she could easily pull away from if she wanted. "Stop being such a realist," she half-teased. "It's hard to comfort you when your logic contradicts what I'm saying."

Regina leaned into the embrace with a half-smile. "Funny, I consider myself a pessimist. A lifetime ago I was an optimist."

"That's exactly what a realist is. Someone who's seen both sides of the coin." Emma pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "But you're not letting all the bad that's happened completely dictate you, so I wouldn't really call you a pessimist. You still have hope."

"Your faith in me is refreshing." Regina pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you, for trying to help me feel better. It makes me glad I made the choice I did. I don't think I can be okay when my baby is suffering like this, though."

Rociante placed his head on his owner's lap again, letting out a snort before nuzzling his nose against her.

"I think he begs to differ," Emma replied.

"I know. He doesn't want me hurting either." Regina stroked along his nose gently. "He's so protective of me." She took in a breath. "I'm not ready for him to leave me."

"Right now," Emma murmured, resting an arm around Regina's shoulders. "He's still here. Make the most of it."

Regina nodded. "You're right." She scratched gently behind Rociante's ears. "I haven't lost him yet. He's still with me."

"Just promise me you won't try to actually sleep in here tonight. You'll freeze."

"I… I do suppose that wouldn't be smart in the long run. I'm not sure how much sleep I'll actually be getting tonight, but I will be in bed. Or at least in the castle. You don't have to worry about me, though your concern touches me."

Emma didn't detect any lies. Knowing Regina was sincere in her words made her relax a bit. "May I pet him?"

"If you're very gentle. I still don't know where he's in pain, aside from the obvious broken leg."

Emma carefully returned her arms to her sides before gingerly running her fingers along the fallen horse's stomach.

Rociante neighed his approval.

"He likes it," Regina murmured.

Emma smiled as she continued. "I noticed. He's soft."

"That he is." Regina stroked down his neck tenderly. "That is the effect of maintaining a quality coat. It seems a bit silly and superficial now, though."

"I'm sure he enjoys his coat. Anything he enjoys or finds comfortable isn't silly. It shows he's very much loved."

A small smile made it to Regina's lips. "He is. Thank you for saying so." She looked at Emma for a moment, studying her facial features before softly closing the distance between their lips.

Emma lingered in the kiss, not deepening it too much since Regina's emotions were all over the place.

Regina broke the kiss when it felt natural to do so. "Can you do me a favor, Emma, and see who all is in the stables right now?"

"Of course." Emma slowly rose to her feet. "Should I look for someone specific?"

"Anya, please. If she's not around, no big deal." Regina simply wanted to feel less needy and more needed. The best way to make that switch was to have Anya in her company. She didn't want to leave Rociante's side yet, however, so Emma would be preferable to searching for her.

Emma stepped out of the stall, carefully closing the door behind her before searching up and down the walkway for anyone who might be in the stables, keeping a special eye out for Anya. At first she thought she wasn't anywhere in the stables, but she caught movement in one of the stalls in the corner of her eye. Curiosity getting the best of her, Emma looked properly at the stall, finding Anya was there with the horse – Dalma, was it? Petting her.

Emma approached the stall, clearing her throat. "Anya?"

The blind woman paused in her actions, tilting her head. She didn't really recognize the voice. "Yes?"

"I think Regina wants you," Emma told her. "I can take you to her. She's still with Rociante." Emma carefully opened the stall door. She approached slowly, gently placing one hand on the horse. "I'm going to take your hand, okay?"

"Alright," Anya answered and waited.

Emma slowly took Anya's free hand, gently squeezing it. "Okay, careful of your horse, but you can come with me now."

Anya slowly moved away from Dalma and closer to Emma, following her lead until she could tell they were no longer in Dalma's stall. "What does Regina want me for?"

"Company, I think." Emma continued leading Anya to Rociante's stall. "I found her," she announced to Regina.

Regina smiled. "You even brought her to me. So sweet."

Emma opened the stall door and led Anya inside. She guided Anya's hand to Regina's shoulder. "Do you want me to go? Three people and a horse makes the stall a bit cramped."

"You have a point there," Regina agreed. "So, yes, you're free to do what you will."

"Alright, feel better." Emma shut the stall door as she left.

"Are you on the ground?" Anya asked Regina.

"Yes. Join me. Be careful, though. Do you need a hand?"

"That would be very helpful, yes," Anya answered.

Regina carefully took Anya's free hand. "Alright, now kneel down."

Anya tentatively obeyed, then tried to get comfortable. "So, you wanted me?"

"I do," Regina answered. She cupped her cheek gently. "The fact that you can't see me or Rociante is very helpful to me. You're the only one who can give me the distraction I need right now."

Anya leaned into Regina's hand. "That is probably the only time my blindness will ever be described as helpful. I'm glad I can be helpful to you, though."

"Aww. You're already helpful. Despite what you like to eat sometimes, you are very sweet." Regina thought a moment before conjuring up a pillow and placing it beneath Rociante's head to free up her lap and give him a softer resting surface. "There you go, boy," she cooed to him before looking at Anya again.

Anya's hand on Regina's shoulder slowly moved up to her neck, pushing her closer to her. "Is this what you needed?" she murmured quietly before kissing her.

Regina wrapped her arms around her, returning the kiss. "Yes," she answered, murmuring against her lips. She deepened the kiss, holding her close. The kiss was gentle, but there was a passion there that helped Regina forget, and that was what she needed most.

Anya let her fingers slide into Regina's hair, holding her close as her free arm wrapped around her waist. She loved feeling wanted, even if it was only temporary.

Regina kissed her as long as she could before breaking for air. "Thank you," she panted lightly. "Thank you, so much. You're the first person… not, well, walking on eggshells around me. Everyone's treating me a bit differently since I found out Rociante is sick, but you're not. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Anya kissed her cheek. "And your kisses are amazing, I'd never say no to one."

"That's good to know." Regina kissed the tip of her nose. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes," Anya answered. "Whatever you like."

"Were you born blind, or did you lose your sight?"

"I lost my sight, when I was very young. I was five years old. I don't remember much besides fire, hot, bright fire, and then total darkness."

"Oh…" Regina cupped her cheeks, running her thumbs along her skin. "I'm glad you lost your sight, not your lift. I don't really know you yet, but I'm grateful to have the chance."

Anya carefully moved her hand from around Regina's waist to find one of her arms and follow the trail to her hand, resting her own against it. "That is one of the nicest things I've heard in quite a long time. Thank you." She stroked her thumb along the skin of Regina's hand.

"You're welcome," Regina whispered, a bit choked up. She was still emotional over Rociante and his deteriorating health, but also the fact that merely being glad Anya was alive was one of the nicest things the woman had heard, that was a bit heartbreaking as well. "And you matter." She leaned in to kiss her softly. "You matter so much." She brushed her nose against Anya's.

Anya smirked slightly. "'Evil' my ass. You are so kind," she murmured. Curling her fingers around Regina's she gently pulled her hand away from her cheek to press a kiss against her knuckles.

Regina laughed quietly. "Yeah, well, thank you. I had no idea what to expect from you here when you showed up. I'm having a little trouble believing innocent children are on your usual menu, right now."

"Does that detail bother you?" Anya asked.

"Surprisingly, no. If I think about it a certain way, it's not too different from me eating fish while Ariel, as a mermaid, technically is a fish. She won't eat fish and I wouldn't ever expect her to, but she doesn't seem to mind that I do. I wouldn't eat children, or anything human for that matter, but that doesn't mean I can't accept that you do. It's part of who you are, just like your blindness. Just like the fairies, the wolves, Maleficent's dragon… who am I to judge?"

Anya blinked her non-seeing eyes. "That was incredibly insightful of you."

"My horse is dying," Regina choked out. "I'm trapped in a whole world of insight. I have this… competition style mission to find myself love and a ruling partner, while losing a love I've had all my life. I won't be cutting any more ties until I absolutely have to at week's end." A tear escaped her eye. "I hardly even know half of these women, yet I can't stand the thought of any of them leaving me just yet."

Anya squeezed her hand. "I think I understand that."

Regina shook her head. "Damn it, I just keep falling apart today."

"I don't think anyone minds. I don't mind. I don't think you do either, you just don't want to be pitied for it. I don't pity you. I admire you. Your strength to be vulnerable in front of other people. Your bravery."

Regina leaned into the blonde for a hug. "I knew I wanted you here for a reason. I just didn't know what it was until now." She hid her nose in her hair, breathing her in.

Anya returned the hug. "You matter too," she told her. "Whoever wins this competition, whoever wins you – she better know that. You're not a prize trophy."

Regina pressed a light kiss to her head where her lips hovered close by. "Thank you for being here. For reminding me. For distracting me and being real. I think its getting late, though. It may be close to dinner time." She quickly thought of her flanking dinner companions, deciding on Ariel and Anastasia. Anastasia had been so helpful earlier, and supportive. A lot of the women had, in fact. It would be hard to figure out who she was sending away, but she had some days before that, still.

With a sigh, Regina let one arm reach to gently stroke Rociant's neck. "You be a good boy for me and stay alive a bit longer, alright? Please, for me? I love you, sweet boy." Regina took in a breath and pressed a kiss to Anya's cheek. "I'll help you back to your feet." She took her hands, pulling her up onto her feet with her as she rose to her own. "I'll walk you inside, but won't be sitting by you for dinner this time, alright?"

"Yes, that's alright," Anya answered with a smile. "I got some time with you, and I'm glad for that. It's time to share, though. I know how it works. I can only hope to get more time throughout the weeks you choose to keep me around."

Regina wrapped an arm around her to lead her better, carefully stepping around Rociante as she headed for the stall door. "Your patience is appreciated, Anya."

Anya followed Regina's lead, keeping close as she held onto her. As Regina continued out of the stall, she made cards informing her guests of dinner appear to them once again. She had little doubt the food was already awaiting them on the dining table.

Soon, upon entrance to the castle and dining hall, Regina was proven right. Her nose confirmed it before her eyes did, and it smelled good. She walked Anya over to the first available chair that wasn't her own or the ones on either side of it.

"Thank you for making sure I get around safely," Anya thanked her as her hands rested on the back of the chair, preparing to sit.

"Oh, you needn't thank me, it's only right," Regina replied as she sat in her own seat.

The rest of the ladies soon joined over the course of a few minutes, coming from various places. Ariel plopped down on Regina's left side, leaving the right for Anastasia.

Regina looked at Ariel. "See, I don't forget about you."

Ariel sent a small smile her way. "Thank you." Her insecurities seemed petty at this point, and she almost felt guilty Regina was trying to please her when she was obviously in pain. "I know you don't." She found Regina's hand with her own and gave it a squeeze.

Regina squeezed back as she looked around to see who all had joined the table so far. Her gaze lingered on Anita and Red. "If you must be excused so you can be ready to shift for Wolf's Time, consider yourselves excused. Stay safe, alright?"

Anita smiled at Regina's words. "Thank you, and we will." She looked at Red. "Come along, pup."

They soon left the table. Anastasia joined shortly after. "Hey," she greeted. She studied Regina's composure. "How are you holding up?" she asked gently.

"Up and down… more accepting towards the inevitable, I guess," Regina answered. "Not that it makes it any easier."

"I'm glad I was able to do something to help, and I'm here if you ever need it again," Anastasia offered. "For him or otherwise."

"Thank you, I shall remember that." Regina noticed everyone save for Anita and Red had joined the table. "Let's eat." She gave Ariel's hand another squeeze before releasing it so she could eat.

As everyone began eating as well, they talked amongst themselves. Wolf's Time, Anita, and Red became discussion topics as they tried not to gossip about Regina and Rociante as they had during lunch.

Regina was focused on her food, at least physically, too absorbed in her thoughts for conversation. Bouncing between the game, Rociante, and the impact losing Rociante would have on the game. Mary various scenarios ran endlessly through her head.

When Ariel couldn't take any more of Regina's silence, she quietly offered, "Would you like some company tonight?"

Regina's gaze turned in her direction once she had the chance to process the question.

"So you don't have to be alone?" Ariel added to her question. "Unless that is what you want."

"I do want to be alone," Regina replied. "I think I need to be tonight. Thank you, though, for offering. Another night. I know the time you have left with your legs is running out, and I will make sure you make the most of it. Just not tonight."

"That wasn – I didn – The thought hadn't even crossed my mind." Ariel's cheeks reddened at the reminder of what had been more or less promised the day before.

"Oh, I misinterpreted you, I apologize. I still need to be alone tonight, however." Regina noticed the red tint to her cheeks. "And you needn't be embarrassed at the image I just put in your head."

Ariel smiled gently. "That's alright, I understand how. I was too vague. Just… you take such good care of all of us here, make sure we're provided for and fed. Don't forget to take care of yourself tonight. Try to sleep."

"I will do my best, my dear. Being alone will help, but it won't be easy. Worry not about me, though. Morning will bring a new day." With that, Regina returned to her food.

Meanwhile, Anita and Red were in Anita's room, preparing for the full moon to show itself. Red was still nervous.

"I've been using the cloak for so long now, what if my wolf is even more dangerous and violent than before? Regina's horse is ill and, oh god, I am so dead if my wolf attacks him, she will actually kill me –!"

Anita grabbed her by the shoulders. "Red. Red! Listen to me. Your wolf won't be killing anything tonight, and Regina will not be killing you. The woods we'll be going to are far off from the stables, I made sure of it. I knew you were going to panic, even with my guidance. Your wolf will just be happy to run free. You're a thin little thing, but the extravagant meals Regina has laid out for all of us leave no room for the wolf to be hungry."

Red nodded and took in a breath to calm herself. "Thank you for doing this, for helping me. I should have been learning these things as a child, when I really was a pup. I didn't even know about my wolf until it killed and ate my boyfriend, and I was all grown up. I think… I think Granny may have done more harm than good hiding it from me."

"Your Granny definitely damaged you by doing that," Anita agreed. "Your wolf, she was only that violent because, well, it sounds like you were never allowed to turn until you were an adult. Of course it was out of control, she'd been neglected. You had been neglected. Not tonight. Tonight, we run free together. We keep our humanity in tact, but we let our wolves roam. Until they grow tired. We'll sleep in the woods and return in time for breakfast tomorrow morning. And next month, if we're both still here, we'll do it again."

Red smiled. "Can – Can I hug you?"

Anita smiled warmly. "You may."

Red wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for being the mother I never had, even if its only tonight. Thank you for being my pack."

Anita hugged her back, surprised by her words, tearing up. "Oh… it's no problem, Red. You needed help." If only, if only she knew where her true daughter was. If only she could be sharing this moment with her own flesh and blood.

They backed away as they both began to feel the pull of the moon. It wasn't time to turn yet, but it would be soon.

"I suggest you strip if you value what you're wearing," Anita told her. "It won't survive the shift." She had already begun to strip of her own clothing. "I do hope you're not shy. Now is not the time for modesty."

Red nodded in understanding, beginning to strip as well. The pull was only growing stronger with every passing moment. "You're sure our wolves will get along? What if we're from rival packs or something?"

"We're not," Anita assured her. "I would never offer my help to you if we were. You smell of similar blood. Our pack is the same, so I am your Alpha, which makes me your protector."

Shortly after the two finished stripping, the moon's pull was so intense they began to shift. Bones snapped, bodies contorted, fur grew out everywhere.

Anita's wolf jumped out the relatively low window and ran out in the direction of the far off from stable woods, Red's wolf following right behind her.

It felt great to be so free, so alive, wind rushing through Red's fur without a care in the world. There was no hunger, no need to hunt, just peace. Howling and running with the wind, with her pack, her Alpha. Anita had been right. There was so much more control than there was the first time. Her wolf had been nurtured, not neglected, and Red knew she had Regina to thank for that, as well.

The wolves slowed once they were in the woods, not wanting to lose themselves, and also just enjoying the company. Enjoying the nature. Their senses were heightened even further in wolf form, sight brighter, hearing sharper, scent clearer. The scent, in particular, was so much clearer the wolves recognized their blood was not only the same through pack but the same through lineage. They were family.

Red's wolf whined and nuzzled its nose into the muzzle of Anita's wolf. As if any more proof was needed, she'd noticed they also had the same type of fur.

Anita's wolf nuzzled back before grooming the fur on Red's wolf's head as she should have been able to do when Red was a pup. She made a deep purring noise. This was her daughter, there was no denying it. She would have to thank Regina in the morning, or at least sometime the next day. Now she had even more reason to be grateful to the Queen.

Howls could be heard from inside the castle as dinner was drawing close to an end. The widest smile any of the woman had seen all day spread across Regina's lips.

"My little wolfies are free!" It was the closest to happy Regina had been all day. If she got to hear them through the night, she might actually be able to get some sleep. The sounds wolves made were so soothing. Regina only wished she could be running about with them, as free as they were.

"You really enjoy the wolves, don't you?" Anastasia asked with a smile of her own.

"I do. They're so awfully misunderstood, but I understand them. Like all animals, they're only dangerous when threatened. Here, they're protected and can finally be at peace with themselves without fear." She returned to her food then, wanting to finish and be alone with the beautiful music of the wolves.

Others had already finished their dinner, and some were still working on it. Most didn't quite understand Regina's appreciation of the wolves, but figured they didn't need to. Anything that made her smile after the day she'd had was good in their eyes, at least, those who cared.

"Oh!" Regina suddenly exclaimed. "I feel like this is obvious, but after dinner no one is to go riding. While I know none of you will be harmed by the wolves, it would be rather unfair to flaunt you in front of them like carrots in front of a horse. You will smell like food. So, stay indoors. Go read in the library, go to bed early, explore the castle. Just stay inside as a precaution, is that understood?"

Everybody understood. Not even Mulan planned on going out to the stables with a pair of werewolves roaming free.

"Good." Regina finished up the last of her meal. "Now, I know some of you are still eating, and you may feel free to finish. I will be turning in early, however. Alone. So, keep company amongst yourselves, but please don't fight." She rose from her seat. "Good night, ladies."

Some 'good night's, 'sleep well's, and 'good night, my Queen's were given in return.

"Thank you all for bearing with me during the unforeseen events of today. Hopefully tomorrow we will return to normal, but in case we do not, I thank you in advance for bearing with me then, as well."

That was met mostly with silence and kind, encouraging smiles. Regina took her leave then, retreating to her chambers upstairs. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, she found her father waiting just outside her door.

"I am sorry I spoiled your day with bad news," he greeted when he saw Regina approach.

"You did the right thing by telling me, Daddy," Regina replied, her voice tight.

Henry Sr. opened his arms to her and she practically fell into them, sobbing into his shoulder.

"I love that horse," Regina whispered brokenly.

He hugged his daughter close. "I know you do." He kissed the top of her head. "He's lucky to be yours. You've been the best possible parent to him."

Regina sobbed again, all the weight of his words crushing her. Not just the face value, but the subtext implying she turned out far better than Cora, and the reminder that somewhere, some time, perhaps in another life, she had a son. "No," she choked out. "I'm the lucky one." She clung to her father until she was almost calm enough to fall asleep. She lifted her head. "Good night, Daddy." She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Good night, Princess." He stroked along her cheek in a fatherly manner, wiping away some of her tears in the process. Then he moved out of her way.

Regina smiled thankfully at him before slipping into her chambers. As she began getting ready for bed, she heard more howling that soothed her and widened her smile.

In the woods, Anita's and Red's wolves were racing, playing. Zipping past trees and flying over fallen trunks, skidding around corners. It was like tag. Whoever playfully pounced on the other and held them down successfully tagged them, then in turn leapt off to run away and eventually be tagged themselves. It was good bonding for the newly reunited mother and daughter. It was also good exercise.

Currently, Red was right on Anita's heels, nipping at her tail, so close but not close enough. If she could catch her tail, she could pounce on her. Her mother was determined to speed up whenever she was mere hairs away. It was annoying, but Red knew it was what would make the pounce so satisfying.

Both were distracted when they heard the sound of a twig snapping coming from behind Red. Before Red knew it, Anita had jumped over her. When Red turned, she noticed the defensive position. Anita was ready to attack, her snarl bearing teeth, growling. Red looked around, unsure what was going on. Suddenly, Anita's tail smacked into her and sent her stumbling backwards a few paces. Anita leapt as if about to charge forward, her bark turning into a wail a pain before she thudded back onto the ground, causing Red to yelp.

Anita wasn't moving and there was an arrow sticking out of somewhere in her belly or chest. Red whined as she smelled the fresh blood, nudging her nose into Anita's neck, trying to wake her up. She listened and looked around for the hunter, but they disappeared. Red whimpered as she saw Anita's wolf shift back into her human form. There was blood everywhere. The arrow looked like it had hit her heart, but Red could hear her pulse and heartbeat, so she knew it hadn't. It was just incredibly close. Too close for comfort. How was she going to get her back to the castle safely? How much time did she have before her mother bled out from the wound right in front of her? Red let out a sorrowful howl before returning to her own human form, tears in her eyes.

Red carefully lifted Anita into her arms. "I just found you," she whispered. "Please, please don't die." Her throat constricted at the thought before she took off, sprinting through the woods back towards the castle. She hoped, prayed, her speed wasn't nudging the arrow any closer to her mother's heart.

Red ran and ran and ran until, finally, they were back in the castle grounds. She sank to her knees, still holding Anita, not liking how thready her pulse sounded. "REGINA!" she wailed at the top of her lungs, willing her to hear.

Little did she know, she was just below Regina's balcony. The Queen had jolted awake, having actually managed to get some sleep, at the sound of her name wailed so mournfully. Instinct led her to her balcony and she gasped at the sight she was greeted with.

Regina waved her hand and soon the wolves had been transported into her chambers. "What happened?!" She took in the sight of the very naked wolves, one with an arrow sticking out of her chest, both in human form.

Red burst into tears. "It – It – It just happened! She sensed it before I did, she protected me, but I don't want her to die! I – I – I – she – she –"

Regina carefully took Anita out of Red's arms and laid her down on her bed. She didn't care about the blood. She just snapped off the back end of the arrow and shoved the rest of it out of her. There was no time to waste with questions or emotions, she just had to do what needed to be done quickly, even if her vision was blurred by tears and her body began to shake with pent up sobs.

Regina placed one hand on the exit wound and the second on the entry wound, and put all of her energy into healing her. She focused so hard blood began trickling from her own nose, but all that mattered at the moment was keeping Anita alive, nothing else. She didn't stop until she saw those beautiful brown eyes blink up at her. She pulled Anita into her arms. "You're okay…" she whispered.

Red sobbed in relief and joined them on the bed, throwing her arms around her mother and, by proxy, Regina. "Mommy…" She kissed her shoulder.

Anita looked at Regina, confused. "You're bleeding…"

"Sssh. It matters not." Regina rested her forehead against Anita's. "I fixed you," she whispered. "I… fixdchu," she slurred before passing out.

Anita laid down with her, bringing her daughter along as well. "Red!" She hugged her close. "You're safe."

Red buried her face in her shoulder and cried. "You scared me…"

Tears swam in Anita's eyes. "I'm sorry, precious. I needed to protect you. I just found you…"

Red held her tight before looking over at Regina. "She saved you. We need to make sure she's alright."

Anita agreed. "We do." She wrapped an arm around Regina, holding her close. "She's drained herself harder than the first time, but she's also had such a day."

Red took one of Regina's hands, giving it a squeeze. "We owe everything to her," she whispered. "Everything."

"She will be alright. We just need to let her sleep it off." Anita pressed a tender kiss to Regina's forehead.

"Is she safe with us?" Red asked quietly. "We shifted back earlier than we were meant to…"

"We won't be shifting back, if that's what you're asking. I'm just sorry this happened, the goal was to help you relax about being a werewolf, not scare you even more."

Red laughed in disbelief. "You're the one who gets shot with an arrow, and you're the sorry one?"

"Of course. We just found out I'm your mother, and if you didn't get me back up here you would have yet another loss to blame yourself for. It wasn't your fault, my beautiful girl. But someone was disobeying the Queen's law, and I'm sure they will be punished for it."

Red pressed kisses along Regina's knuckles. "I don't think I'd be the only one blaming myself," she murmured softly. She looked at her mother. "She really likes you. It's so obvious, even without the wolf hearing. You're a favorite already, I can just tell."

"I don't know about favorite, but I can tell she likes me. I do think she's starting to care for everyone though, and I think she didn't expect to."

"It's just weird now," Red mused. "If you win she'll end up being like a second mom to me or something, but if I somehow win, she'll be like a second daughter to you."

Anita laughed softly. "As long as she's happy, I'll be okay with whomever she chooses. That's ultimately what I want for her." She looked at her daughter. "And for you, wherever you may find it."

Red hugged her. "I'm so glad I found you. I didn't realize how right I was when I said you're like a mother to me."

Anita kissed the top of her head. "We should try to sleep as well, it's been a very long day."

Red nodded before letting go of her. The two adjusted positions so Regina was in the middle of them, and they could cuddle up to her.

It took the wolves a while to fall asleep, though they both fell asleep sooner than they thought they could.