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WHO: Emma Swan and YOU
WHEN: 6-25 onward
WHAT: Emma being Emma and moving on with her life
WHERE: All over
WARNINGS: None that I know of other than Merlin went home and she is processing.

Emma sighed as she pulled her jacket closer around her body. She really should be used to losing people by now, but losing Merlin had hit her like a punch to the stomach. They can never seem to stay in the same place for long, but Emma had a feeling they would meet again. A month had passed and Emma was feeling more like herself. She felt like she could see people and talk without losing her shit on someone.

She spends the morning walking around looking at various items in the shops and then in the afternoon, she stops by the tavern. She really needs something to occupy her time.

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She's not the only one who has been figuring out how to get past losing someone. Wen Qing has thrown herself into work during the days but afterward, she will often visit the tavern so as to be surrounded by people and not let the loneliness creep in.

She's just making her way to her usual table in the back with a mug of ale when someone stumbles into her and she, in turn, stumbles into another woman.

"Sorry!" she yelps, doing her best to keep the ale from spilling over the both of them.

Emma's got great reflexes grabbing the ale before it spills all over, fixing the woman with a small smile. "It's fine. You okay?" Emma asked, looking around. Her brow furrowed slightly.

"It's packed in here, isn't it?"

She breathes a sigh of relief when the stranger manages to steady the ale before it is all lost, or worse yet, drenches them both.

"My apologies," she says, still looking mortified, "I wasn't paying proper attention. I didn't expect it to be quite so crowded tonight." Or the crowd to be quite so unruly and inattentive whether they are bowling other people over, anyway.

He knows Emma is here. He's seen glimpses of her here and there, but they haven't talked. They've both been busy with other things, and he's really only in town when he's delivering fresh meat to the tavern or butcher. Usually he stays in town for awhile before heading back out to the woods.

Today when he sees Emma at the tavern, he's not busy anymore and is enjoying a drink. So maybe they can finally have a conversation this time.

"There's a spot here," he offers, indicating a seat at his table. And this time, if any unexplained drinks show up, it still wasn't him.

Emma smiles and relaxes when she sees Graham. It's been a long time since she's ventured out of her room so she hasn't seen Graham since they first arrived. Emma hadn't wanted to push so when she spotted Graham she decided to take advantage of the invitation.

"Hey, Stranger," Emma greeted. "How's it going?"

He doesn't have a room to avoid coming out of. If he looks like he lives in the woods, it's because he does. He's gone fully back to being the Huntsman that Emma has never seen but that he had been when he got entangled in everyone's lives. The Huntsman he would have always gone back to being if he'd had the chance, and the chance is what he has now.

"It could definitely be worse. In fact, it's going pretty well."

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