Sometimes, the way she was feeling, she wasn't sure.
Sighing heavily, Emma just shifted in her seat, moving until she could thread an arm through his and lean on his shoulder. She wasn't going to admit that she was scared her magic had already turned dark, that she'd twisted it until it didn't fit her any more, that doing what she did to Killian changed something. She took away his free will, she was just as bad as Zelena. Zelena who she was supposed to get rid of with the magic. But that didn't work, did it.
"I could totally kill you. Smother you with my hair so I would. Or drown you with Jefferson's tea." Really that was just a comical thing to consider. "Can I wallow for a little while longer?"