The hem of her shirt had drawn her attention in the time it took for Mo to close and lock the door, hardly trying to look over her shoulder into the darkness behind her. So that was what fingers were busy doing when she felt the other's gaze upon her, looking up with wide brown eyes, blinking several times in surprise.
"You? Of course you are!" Emma crooned, closing the gap between them with a few small steps, one slender hand reaching out, dancing over the line of her jaw, toying for a moment with a strand of hair that rested on her shoulder. "You've always been so beautiful. Just like I remember."