She's still resting soundly, one hand pillowed under her cheek, her shoulder rising and falling with her breaths, and when she feels the warmth of a kiss stir her awake, she stretches, face scrunching up slightly before her eyes squint open, one at a time.

"What's going on?" The bed is so comfortable, and she feels more well-rested than she has in a long time, not since -

Snow shoots up quickly, blinking sleep from her eyes, and glances around.

"We're back?" she asks, voice hesitant.