She had no clue what she was saying. He had to forcibly remind himself of that fact as he looked into her face right then, his heart so full of hope it felt pinched where it sat in his chest.

He wanted to give it to her, in that moment. For a split second he wanted to lay himself open, breath and body, and give her everything.

Even the spark of the Ember, the life giving force that was in the breath of every thinking creature.

Instead of doing or saying something riduculous, Neil shifted forward for a kiss, one that lingered until breathing became a concern.

“It’s yours, Regina Mills.” He assures her with a strangely serene smile. “Any time you want it.”