No, nobody has told her terribly much. On one hand, there's not been a lot of time between one disaster and the next. And on the other, Emma would rather hear those stories from Red herself. She knows how it feels to have people focus on her past instead of her present. She doesn't intend to do that to anyone else. If Ruby wants to tell her about what life was like in the Enchanted Forest, she's here to listen. As it is, knowing the person she is now, both Red and Ruby combined, is more than enough to make Emma feel a little better in a moment she'd felt quite thoroughly lost.

She probably shouldn't allow herself to hold on as long as she does. Yet there's a lot of comfort in someone drawing her close when perhaps the sane option would be to push her away. Emma seeps in that trust and belief like it'll keep the darkness of her thoughts and her curse away. Maybe, for a little while? It will.

Considering all they've been up to today, Emma isn't quite as tired as she would expect. It's an emotional tiredness more so than a physical one, but for some reason using magic in this place drains her in a way she's never felt before. She thinks she'll get at least a little bit of sleep, even though she worries that might be limited thanks to her curse. "Thanks, Ruby," she says, and if they both pretend they're not a little misty, clearly it never happened, right?

She doesn't need Ruby to make her bed for her but the insistence on it is rather touching all the same. "I can do that," she reminds, stepping forward to make an awkward bed out of golden hay. She's nearly done before she looks up with a sudden request. "Do you like Red or Ruby better?" It strikes Emma that she's never asked. She should have. So much of Storybrooke were still identified by who the curse told them to be over who they are. Suddenly more than ever, she realizes how important it is to be known as who you wanted to be, instead of who a curse demanded you to be.