[ Emma's expression finally crumples, unable to continue hiding behind blind reassurances and platitudes. Her hand withdraws, curling steadily into her lap. ]

It can after sundown. [ There's something chilly and detached about her voice, as though she can't bear to expose herself to vulnerability in this moment, can't allow herself to be affected by how he reacts because she's more afraid than she's ever been—he has more reason to turn her away than he ever has, than anyone ever has. ] It was me. I used my magic to lure you to me, brought you to the lake, and let you drown.