Part of her wonders how much Emma does know, from Henry and his book, from Snow and Charming. She doubted Granny would really talk about it much, when she knows her grandmother has a good deal of her own guilt surrounding Red's discovery of Wolfstime, but sometimes Granny said enough with her silences.

"Okay," Ruby agrees, and probably if they weren't hugging, Emma wouldn't be able to hear her.

Red's content to just stay here and keep on hugging Emma for as long as she needs. Maybe it's as long as she needs, too, because she feels like she's been alone so long, moving in crowds and working in the diner and being part of a community that she didn't belong in, where she didn't fit, and where she could leave, and her absence would be unnoticed. It's hardly been any time at all since she left Storybrooke, but her arms tighten around Emma and she holds onto her tight, and Red honestly couldn't say for whom she was holding on harder; for her own need, or Emma's, for the aches that tormented either or both of them.

Eventually she eases back, and if she happened to blink a few times, it has nothing to do with her maybe being a little watery-eyed, herself. Phew, okay. Keep it together, Lucas.
"You should get some sleep. I'll take first watch." Or she might just watch the whole night and let Emma get some damn rest, because she seems worn down to the very bone. Becoming the Dark One... if anything was going to be draining, Ruby guessed, it was that, and she's packing together some of the hay to make it denser and more springy, all the better to lie on.