[ His brow wrinkles a little at the duh in her tone, because he may not be as apt as his father or her at the whole magic thing, but even he knows magic has limits. It can't raise the dead, otherwise half the people who went bad never would've gone bad in the first place. It can't bring him back any more than it can take Regina over to the afterlife.

Well, apart from by outright killing her or something. Either way, he's not going to bring that up. No sense arguing it and striking up her temper on him.

It doesn't explain why she can't seem to use her magic, though, not that Neal's complaining. Nothing personal, he's just not a fan. He shrugs unhelpfully. ]

Considering I haven't actually been keepin' tabs on your vital signs, I don't know. Couldn't tell you. All I know is I was dying, then I fell through a ceiling upstairs.

[ Dying is a mild word for feeling yourself literally die, but whatever. Nobody likes a downer, right? ]

There's no paperwork, no staff, no exit. Beyond that...