When Bigby doesn’t answer right away, Snow doesn’t press the issue or reiterate the question; what she’s come to learn, both through as many years as she’s known him and the time they’ve been forced to endure against different odds here, is that he’ll talk when he’s ready, and rarely a moment before then. Besides, the silence that so often falls between them these days is a comfortable one, his hand a warm certainty beneath her own as she gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“It… is strange,” she admits, with a soft chuckle. “Sometimes I forget how long it’s been, and then something happens to remind me.” The fact that they’re living together, for one; the fact that she has the ability to turn into a wolf now, for another. She still feels like herself, but it’d be a lie to say that nothing has changed.

“What’s going down without Sheriff Bigby around to keep an eye on things, you mean?” She’s teasing, but there’s a note of sincerity behind it too; she hadn’t considered just how much this all might be weighing on him, and whether it’s even more of a weight after so much time.

“I think about it too. Whether they’ve realized what’s happened to us. Whether it’s been this long back home, or if we’ll go back and it’ll be like we never lost a single day.”