While there was the likely chance that Ruby had had her argument while Graham had been wrapped up in chasing the fevered dream to Regina's crypt, Graham understood at least enough of magic to know one could never assume what its effects might be. She could have left from the very same moment he had thought to kiss Emma again, caught up in Sheriff Graham's infatuation and his gratefulness over being freed from Regina's control, but he would not have bet his life on matters being as straight forward as that. Not where David seemed to have remembered himself and Ruby showed no sign of the fierce creature he had met those few years before the curse had struck. All he could assume, he decided, even as he released a breath and nodded in something like relief to hear of Emma being safe, was that it was likely some magic was involved. How or why, he did not know.

He did not ask for calendar dates as he understood at least in a broad capacity that time did not work the same way within Storybrooke as it had anywhere else, the vagueness of it having lasted as long as he could remember of his time there - time enough for the daughter of Snow White to have been a grown woman.

"When I left you had only come out of your coma some weeks ago, David" he said instead, choosing a concrete event that should have stood as an important marker for both David and Ruby, Storybrooke's new ability to change making such news town-wide knowledge. "Am I right in guessing it has been longer for the two of you?"

He had to fight the pull to look over at Ruby when the Prince latched onto his comment of Henry's book, knowing that while he wanted to be able to search her expression for some hint of recognition, it was best not to work harder to make her suspicious of his behavior. "There are," he agreed, attempting to keep his tone mild, as if the book was only a book and no world changing artifact. "I rather enjoyed the story of Snow White and thr Huntsman that he showed me, but I have always been fond of the forest."