Memories

Hidden Memory

Morning came and Regina slowly woke up from her slumber. She tried to roll over but was met with resistance. She frowned and sat up carefully, looking over her shoulder. She watched as Emma was passed out right behind her as they were lying back to back. The brunette bit her lip and slowly moved to lie back down. It wasn't like she had anything to do after all and she didn't want to wake her saviour either, so just she lay there and closed her eyes, trying hard to remember what happened but nothing came to her. She groaned in frustration and punched the wall in front of her, immediately regretting her course of action and whining while holding her hand.
"Good job Regina." She whimpered and looked at her hand. Her knuckles were a little chafed but that was it.

Emma had woken up from the little stunt the other pulled and rubbed her eyes before sitting up and looking at the woman.
"What are you doing?" The blonde asked and took Regina's hand, inspecting it. "I don't think punching the wall is going to help you." She chuckled softly and Regina groaned.
"Shut up..." She said softly and looked away while pulling her hand back.
"I'm sorry for laughing..." Emma said and got up, giving the woman some space by sitting on the chair instead. Regina shook her head.
"No, I have no right to be angry with you." She said and looked at the blonde. "It just annoys me that I can't remember anything!" She said suddenly, yelling in frustration. Emma was a little taken aback at first, but you can't suddenly erase someone's temper, memories or not.
"I understand. It must be frustrating not knowing anything, especially about yourself."
"Very much so... I want to remember but it won't come to me." She waved her hands around in frustration.
"Perhaps it's because your trying too hard." Emma said softly and got up. "I'm going to have to head into town, get us some more supplies. I have enough supplies for one, but not for two so I'm going to have to get some more." She said and looked at Regina. "Why don't you come with me?"

Regina was silent for a while, clearly thinking about the offer in depth.
"Will I be fine? I mean like... You hinted that a lot of people aren't really fond of me." The brunette picked at her dress a bit.
"Well, perhaps we should give you a make over." Emma went over to a dresser and pulled out a riding outfit. "What about this? It will be comfortable. And if we maybe braid your hair and make it look different from your usual style, you'll blend in more." The blonde suggested.
"Okay, lets try it. I'm getting tired of this dress." Regina said and got up and tried to reach for the lacing on the back to no avail. Emma watched her struggle for a few moments and then stopped her hands.
"Let me help. I don't think you put this on by yourself." The blonde pulled on the lace and peeled the dress away from Regina's body. She winced as the bruises started to show on the woman's back. "Are you sure your back is fine?"
"It's sore, but nothing I can't handle..." The brunette said and looked over her shoulder. "Why do you ask?"
"There are large bruises on your back. It looks pretty bad." She said and helped push the dress down the woman's waist. Regina let her help her into the blouse since she couldn't move her arms back too far. Emma then left the woman to her own devices, starting to prepare some breakfast for them.

The brunette finished dressing and brushed her hair with a brush she borrowed from Emma. She tried to braid it, but with her shoulders and back being so sore, it was impossible for her to do so by herself. She gave up and went over to Emma.

"Can you help me with my hair?" Regina asked. Emma turned to the woman and looked at how her curls spilled down her shoulders. She smiled a little and tilted her head.
"I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair down." The blonde said and nodded. "It suits you! Maybe we should leave it like this." She mused and moved behind the woman. She grabbed a few strands of hair from each side of her head and braided them together to make her look more like one of the peasant women. "I'm sure you will blend in just fine." She said as she tied it off. Regina looked at herself in the small mirror Emma owned and smiled slightly.
"I look different than before at least." She said and followed Emma back to the kitchen area where she had prepared some breakfast.