Snow-white breath escapes from David's lips as he blinks through the fog of pain.

“Is… is everyone alright?” he groans, heroic even when half-conscious.

Beside him, Mary Margaret shifts, wrapped in someone's jacket — your jacket — and scans around with a soft gasp. "Goodness… blankets? Bandages? Did an angel pass by while we were out?"

Ever dramatic, Hook presses a hand to his forehead. “If this is the afterlife, it’s disappointingly chilly.

Robin Hood smiles weakly. "We're alive, mate."

A rustle. A groan.

Emma drags herself upright, her hair a wild golden mess. She spots the little pile of medical supplies, the careful way each injury was tended. “Guys… someone helped us. Someone saved us.”

And then—

Regina’s eyes snap open.

At first it's pure reflex - sharp, guarded, queenly. But when she sits up, and sees the blanket tucked around Henry, sees the way his head rests safely on someone's folded coat, her expression softens into something rare and aching.

“We weren’t just saved,” she whispers. “We were cared for.”

Henry is the last to stir.

He blinks blearily, sees the neat stitches in his scraped arm, the warm scarf around his neck… and then he spots you, sitting nearby on the curb, exhausted but watching over them.

His eyes light up-then brighten-with that spark of instinctive trust only Henry Mills can summon.

“You… did all this?” he asks softly.

And then suddenly they are all looking at you.

Seven pairs of eyes, wary, grateful, curious, and protective, studying the stranger who found them broken on the street and refused to leave them there.

Hook lets out a half-laugh.

"Blimey, lass… you patch up a whole rescue party on your own?"

Emma gives a crooked smile.

“You didn't just help us. You practically built a field hospital.”

Mary Margaret's voice is as warm as sunrise. “You saved our lives.” David nods firmly — full charming mode. “Thank you. Really.” Robin bows his head in quiet sincerity. “You've done us a great kindness, stranger.” Regina studies you the longest — and though her tone's cool, her eyes shine with something like… relief. “Why would someone who doesn’t even know us go this far…?” And Henry — sweet Henry — beams up at you like he's already decided something important. "I think," he says with gentle certainty, “we just found someone really special.” The group inches closer, almost instinctively forming a protective circle around you-as if your niceness has already somehow made you theirs.