Emma rolled her eyes as she - reluctantly - let go of him long enough to retrieve her sword from the ground. "We can talk later," she told him, standing up and brushing the dirt off her poor baby. That had been no way to treat her sword, but Emma was rather sure she'd had a good reason for her shock. "I'm not leaving until Wednesday, and right now I need some private time with you."

Even if it was just to curl up and fall asleep from the mental exhaustion of the roller-coaster she'd just been on. More kissing was preferred, but quiet time would also be acceptable.