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He was so — foolish. She found it impossible to fathom sometimes how it was he could believe his choices wise. When he stormed out on her only to return with bruises or cuts, it was all she could do not to scold him. Yet, despite his temper and his refusal to believe he needed any help, she’d convinced him to sit and let her tend to the cuts at least. She might not be an expert, but she knew enough that letting them be would only result in him falling victim to a fever, and her magic simply wasn’t reliable enough at all to be counted upon for this.The air between them was thick; Ripe with tension and words left unsaid. It had been her who had caused him to leave, some words misspoken that were taken as terribly as they could have been, and out he went. It wasn’t that unusual for them, they often struggled to get along entirely, but there was something more that kept them tethered. More than obligation or agreement. At least, she hoped he felt ti too, as it was often all that she felt. And why when he walked out of the thin door of their rented room in the crowded inn, she was left alone to cry.Watching him closely, she tried not to let the way he wouldn’t look at her hurt any more than his cuts might, but never had she been much of a master of her heart. Unwilling to allow herself to be more undone by this entire situation than she already was, Regina resolved to simply try and not care. As if she were capable of such indifference at all, let alone with him. Even as she tried to feign her callousness, her heart ached within her chest, constricting with conviction and concern.Stubbornly frowning down at her work before her eyes could have the chance to cry, she continued to gently clean away the blood and dirt, trying to force her magic into some sort of obedience to her so that she could heal him completely. Yet, all she succeeded in doing was looking as if she were stricken with some terrible headache. Giving up in her benevolent pursuits, she then began wrapping the wounds delicately with what supplies they had at their disposal. She was struck quite suddenly with how similar this situation was, in its own way. Similar to another they had shared shortly after they’d made their escape into his hat, but then it had been her who had needed his help. Swallowing back a painful lump at the thought of this somehow being the last time he’d forgive her for her wrong doings, Regina ripped the towel and tied it neatly around his arm. As a final touch she gently pressed her lips against the largest of the cuts in silent apology for anyway in which they might be her fault.














