Habitually, Charming draws Snow behind him, sword at the ready as he lifts it -- having seen only the sharp glint of steel out of the corner of his eye. One more moment to process and he realizes that the attacker in question happens to be their daughter, the rightful heir to the throne and the castle in which they're standing. He can't help the rueful knowing that Emma likely won't believe that. "Your guess is as good as mine," he admits, given that he's still doubtful that the Queen had left these lands standing after everything. "Wait. What date is it?" he asks, the question more important now that he thinks about it.

Being home is one thing, but being home in the midst of the war means they are truly and woefully unprepared. He trusts Snow to deal with Emma, sheathing his sword as he begins a stubborn campaign to find some measure of the date.