Regina takes another deep breath and nods, taking his hand for a moment. She doesn't know what else to do, but he's distracting enough, and with him close, it seems as if the ghosts stay back and keep their distance.

His silence gives her time to compose herself, pushing her hands through her hair. "Regina Mills," she responds after him. She would never, ever admit weakness in any situation, but she knows she'd been close to not being able to pull herself off of the ground.