If you believe Henry, that's not strictly true, but Emma doesn't exactly have the energy to debate the curse tonight, not when the damn thing's caused her so much grief already today.

Instead, she smiles, looking up from her folded arms, a grateful press of her lips.

"Thanks."

Something she could do, that Regina couldn't...yeah. It's not a bad feeling, and she'd needed the reminder.

After all, she was the one Henry wanted to see after.

(That kid has gotten under her skin in ways she never could have predicted, not in a million years.)

"I, uh..." She tilts her head towards the stairs. "Should probably go sleep this off. Tomorrow's going to be busy enough already without a hangover."