She found she didn't ever want to let go. Being with him again and having him return her love rather than shun it in favour of his power was the best outcome she could have imagined. Having him here made it all better, even if she knew things would have to change. They'd likely have to leave the comfort of this house, they'd be alone, just the two of them because she knew the distrust wouldn't go away. This was Rumplestilskin, and those that didn't know him as she did, well Graham was right, there'd be wariness.
Taking him by the hand Belle led him to sit at the edge of the bed, there was not a lot of room anywhere else and elsewhere in the house probably wasn't the best plan just now. Tonight they could stay here and then the next day she'd need to think, to talk to Emma maybe. Work something out. But for now there were things she had to say to her love.
"I need you to know that she's here. Regina. But what I said to you back in Storybrooke. It has to still stand. You have to promise me my love, promise me you won't kill her. There's still darkness in you, we both know that. But if you give into that hate then you and me...we won't be able to make this work. You know that."
Her hand was still clasped in his as she leaned her head against his shoulder, just comfortable, truly content for the first time since she'd been with him in Storybrooke, and before that for the first time in 28 years. He would promise her, she knew he would. And he didn't go back on his deals. His word was his bond. And this, it wasn't for Henry much as she cared for the young boy and it most definitely wasn't for Regina. It was for him.