"Magic?" Graham asked immediately on the Huntsman's instincts, the word falling from his tongue before he had so much as thought to pause and consider the fact that of their number it was Ruby who would not think of magic as an everyday consideration. A day, two before and Graham would have laughed off the idea himself. The loss of the Curse's hold over him had changed far more than he had had time to consider properly, but while he had not seen any of the telltale purple smoke of Regina or Rumplestiltskin's magic in his having been transported to the hotel, he could not entirely rule out the possibility. "Or just talk?"

Whether he himself had any desire to go back to Storybrooke was too complicated a matter to understand with his head beginning to flat out ache and the weight of his bones seeming to double beneath his skin. Still, he nodded automatic to the Prince's request. The Prince without his Snow White made no sense in the world, the straight forward agreeing to the request seeming as much a part of helping the woman who was his friend as any act he had attempted to carry out for her. Easier than nearly any of them in the past, really.

"Good, good," he echoed, taking a deep breath and letting it out again. "I think I need some sleep- is there any way of keeping in contact here?"