[Bigby can feel a mixture of emotions as she breaks down in front of him. He wants to gather her into his arms, to hold her tight as she cries, to kiss her tears away and try to chase whatever sadness has settled in her chest. He wants to tear apart this place that has caused her so much grief, to find the two boys if only so she could tell them goodbye. He wants to do all of that and yet he knows it's not his place.

He slides his right hand up her arm, brushing her hair from her face and leans his head down, pressing his forehead against her own.]

I'm sure they know how much you care about them. Wonderland doesn't give us any warning but something tells me that no matter where they are, they know. There's a reason we're all here. And maybe we don't consciously remember our time here when we go home, but I refuse to believe that nothing here stays with us. We change here - the people we meet change us. And you... you change people for the better. That has to count for something.

You might not have had a chance to say goodbye but they know. That's what I have faith in.