Bigby's outward observation prompts a visible frown from Snow's side, and she shifts her head along his shoulder until she's able to look at him more directly, chin lifted, her brow sporting a deep furrow.

"Do you think that means we're... aging here, like everyone else?" Without the very thing that makes them Fables, there's a possibility that could include their longevity, and while she doesn't expect to suddenly start seeing grey hairs in the mirror tomorrow, it's also something she's considered ever since discovering that Bigby hadn't been able to transform previously.

They're both wolves now, but in a way that only exists because of the Aurora, and she certainly runs much warmer than she used to, to say nothing of the heightened senses that make his scent that much more overwhelming to her than it once was, but that doesn't mean she's invincible. Neither is he, although he'd readily put himself between her and danger exactly like he had before the change.