Robin nodded his head, never doubting for a moment she would leave him like this. Not even if he asked it of her, which he knew better not to. It might get worse either way, but at least with her as a guide, he had a better chance of figuring out what to do.

She had helped slow him down before. He tried to focus on what had calmed him some before in the first place, the idea that his emotions were the only

The wind died down slowly, almost seeming like it followed the slowing of his own thumping heart. The fact he could trust Regina to make sure he understood not to enter was a great help. When she was gone, he felt in control enough to carefully put pants on at least, though he half expected it to freeze on contact. It didn't, though he did not push his luck with sitting on the bed after. One glance at the now completely frozen nightstand made him feel as though he could easily do that to any object in the room.

"I can control this," he repeated to himself, closing his eyes as he took a few deep, slow breaths. He had to, because he knew Regina wouldn't give up on him, would return as soon as she was able.

It was a comforting and terrifying thought, given what it seemed like he could do.