I'll be your shelter (фемслэш)

Regina had spotted Emma sitting on a hill nearby a few minutes ago, watching from afar as everyone celebrated in the park. Emma, however, was sitting alone, face expressionless, ear buds in her ears, quietly observing the festivities. Had Regina not known the sheriff as well as she did, had she not memorised nearly every one of Emma’s facial expressions, and had she not been told by said woman that music was her escape, Regina probably wouldn’t have realised that something was very wrong with Emma.
Emma confesses some of the trauma she suffered at the hands of her foster carers. Regina, of course, is there to comfort and protect her.