Regina knew, logically, that Henry deserved to see Emma, but she'd missed this little boy so much, this toddler who wanted cuddles and morning kisses and wore footie pajamas. She didn't want to let him go. There had been no hesitation to call the mother he was asking for and let her know what happened. But again, she had to let him go with someone else when she truly didn't want to. She didn't mean to look quite so choked up about it as Henry reached for Emma.

She didn't hate that he did, it was simply an ache. Not anger and rage from two and a half years ago, but an actual ache that made a lump form in her throat. Blinking quickly, she was glad that Henry was occupied by leaving her arms, and she fussed with the makeshift bag she'd packed. She borrowed some of Roland's clothes for him and finally passed them over.

"His pajamas and a few other things are all here."