There had been space enough for her. After learning about what Gold had spared her from facing, how he sent her away to save her life rather than keeping her in danger, Belle had abandoned her reservations and fears. She had been through too much uncertainty and wariness. Her heart couldn't be kept aloof any longer. She wanted to be with him, to share her life with him.

He'd proven that he could be better and that had been the catalyst in reviving their marriage. She had no way of knowing what he truly thought or what he was feeling in regards to power. A part of her might always wonder, but those fears were dismissed in the face of his kindness and true concern for her person. It seemed like he had finished manipulating her, actually caring for her feelings and well being.

She sinks into his embrace, reluctantly pulling back as he began to lead her further into the wardrobe. She wouldn't object to being with him, despite the cold. "I didn't know you were here." She admitted, grasping his hand tightly. "I thought I was alone in Wonderland, that we were away from each other again." She couldn't stand another separation. "You're not an image or an illusion?" Her fingers reached up to brush his cheek. "It's really you?"