There is some reassurance there, at his words, even if Bigby may not feel the same by expressing them. His inner nature is something that Snow has never truly forgotten about — just to look at him would provide more than enough proof that he's something more than a man, but she's been witness to other traits that are clear evidence on their own that his protectiveness, his instinct, isn't always the worst thing in the world.

She also recognizes the fact that for most people back in Fabletown, especially those who have had their own less-than-desirable encounters with the Big Bad Wolf, it's difficult for them to separate the wolf from the man — and, to a point, they're right too.

"I know." She has known, even before she asked the question — but the real question had been more in line with how much he can feel beneath the surface, under his skin, even if he can't necessarily reach for that side of himself. Here, she's not the only one who's been made somewhat more helpless; she hasn't even really stopped to think about the possibility that they could even age at all, if the rest of the magic that normally surrounds them no longer exists.

"Is he... the same kind of wolf you are?" That question has been hovering on the tip of her tongue but only just makes it out now — in other words, is he a Fable like they are, from their world. Thinking back on her conversation with Connor from before, that confirmation one way or another hadn't quite emerged between them — maybe because she hadn't even thought to ask.