"Two hours and we'll be back," Regina promised before opening the door. With one more look back at him, she closed it behind her, thinking it would be harder for Roland to see him on their way out if she left it open. Fielding questions from the boy, she answered them as gently as she could, and settled on Robin simply not feeling very well. Which was technically true; he wasn't well. Yet. But if they could figure out a way for him to control it better if it was magic to be lived with, then everything would be fine.

It was what she was telling herself as they finally left, hand in hand.