Emma had asked Henry to go to his other mother or his grandparents. It wasn’t because she didn’t want him with her - she did - but because she knew she couldn’t be a mother for him right now, she couldn’t be what he needed and he deserved to have a place where the people around him were strong enough to support him, because he was grieving the loss of Killian, too. Emma however felt like she could not do so adequately. Her door was open if he really just wanted her, but it was better if he spent the night with Regina.
The exhaustion and tears had made her fall asleep easily, with her family tucking her in at home, but it didn’t last long. Instead of sleeping, her mind showed her what happened again, every single time Killian died. She bolted up in her bed, but didn’t scream. Instead of doing so, she took her baby blanket, took the ring and placed it on her finger and crossed the hall to get to the other bedroom. Without a word she climbed into Emmetts bed to snuggle against him.
“We should watch Lord Of the Rings tomorrow.” Emma whispered against her brothers body. She knew he was suffering, too. she needed him now and thought he might need her too.