[Snow is aware of how Emma probably feels. A fish out of water is probably fairly accurate. She would have felt the same, if she hadn't been cursed with new memories when she arrived in Storybrooke from the Enchanted Forest, after all. But that's what she is here for now. To help Emma through this, to protect her and help her adjust to this new world. Herself so much more used to the likes of fairies and all sorts that seem second nature to accept in comparison to Emma and her much more realistic view of the world she grew up in. It brings an ache of guilt and pain to think how different things could have been, how different Emma might have been had she and Charming been able to raise her. But there's no point dwelling on that. Not now.

She takes Emma's hand and helps her back up to the road, continuing their journey with her bow in hand.]

Like old times? I know this is a lot like hom--like the Enchanted Forest, but it isn't. In some ways it's possibly even more dangerous. As familiar as it seems. I wish we could have shown you more though, while we were there. The castle.

[Of course, the room they'd prepared would hardly be suitable for Emma now at this age. Snow shakes her head, pursing her lips briefly. It's hard, for both of them to think or talk of what could have been. What should have been. A lot of guilt and issues around the past, as much as she tries to make up for it. There's a glance to the sword, hoping Emma won't need to use it but knowing that to likely be wishful thinking.]

A-anyway, shall we check the map? I'm sure we're still heading in the right direction. I'm still not quite sure where exactly this thing is, where we're going.