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Robert was glad that the mess at Regina's house cleared up without any violence, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. His calm wouldn't last long, as he had to stop by the sheriff office to cover for Graham's break. He knew it would mean seeing Regina again, but his duties as sheriff overcame his personal preferences. Robert walked in the station to the jail cells, one of them still lacked a door. He sat in the corner and tried to avoid looking at Regina while he filled out some paperwork.

"Are you angry with me?" Regina asked from within her jail cell. She had reduced herself to sitting up on the bed with her back pressing up against the cold, brick wall for some support, her hands folded neatly in her lap but her eyes looking upon Robert keenly.

"It is not proper for a knight to be angry at his lord." He said those words with a bitter tone of voice, thought there was sincerity behind them. Robert kept his gaze fixed on his paperwork, he was currently filling out the forms explaining the riot earlier.

Regina outwardly smirked and rested the back of her head against the brick wall behind him, an air of smugness radiating off of her despite being beaten within an inch of her life just hours ago.

"Are you sure it's wise for you to be here Robert?" She asked suddenly. "I could tell you to do anything..."

"It was either this or leave the station unguarded. You can give me orders, but choose them carefully. You and I both know that there are some things that I can't do even if you command me to."

A white smile flashed across her red lips but she settled herself back into her (less than) comfortable position, clear that she wasn't going to put him to use just yet. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, the faux-prince was right; the cells [i]were[/i] the safest place for her right now given her physical condition. She had no desire to be back out in the throng of angry peasants, at least not until she got her magic back.

"Well, the least you could do is find me a comfortable pillow." She grumbled, lost in her thoughts for a moment. "And not because I'm ordering you, but because it's the gentleman thing to do."

He actually bothered to look up from his paperwork before saying "Unfortunately, that's all we have here. The budget is tight, perhaps you should take it up with the mayor. I could look into getting one when Graham gets back." He sometimes liked sarcasm, it fit his cold demeanor.

Regina's brown eyes rolled at his remark and folded her arms over her chest, wincing when she realized her ribs still hurt like hell and had to settle for putting her dainty hands back into her lap again.

"Then go to my home and get one." She snapped. "You know the bedroom well enough..."

He collected his papers and stood up. Graham would be on his way back soon enough. 

"Of course I know it, it's a crime scene. Even when I was free for those five years, you were still in my head. I don't know if I'll ever be able to escape as long as I am alive." Robert walked out of the station, knowing that his words were useless. Regina would never feel remorse for what she had done.

Regina watched Robert leave with her signature smirk never leaving her lips, even holding it after she heard the door of the room close shut. Perhaps jail-time wouldn't be so bad after all.