Mirror laughed, popping the bubble in midair. “I suppose you’re right. I just feel so useless waiting here for the dwarves to get back.” She ran a rag embroidered with a pattern of rubies over the newly-clean cup that Snow handed her. “Not that I’m complaining, we definitely need backup. I thought I was done waiting around for somebody to come save me.” She sighed a little, putting a plate back on the drying rack. Snow reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"This isn't like where you grew up," Snow said, thinking about all the stories Mirror told about the castle where she had lived until she was in her twenties. She didn't talk about it often, but Snow always looked forward to the rare moments when Mirror opened up and talked to him about what really mattered to her. I
