Re: Marina and Misha
Misha held Marina to his chest, his hand buried in her hair, the way he had when she was little. He had still been too young when Michael was born, to really feel protective, but Mar would always be his baby.
"They're outside the wards," he said firmly, trying to give her as much comfort as he could. Even when he pulled away, he still held onto Marina's shoulders, keeping their physical connection.
"We don't think they're going to get through, but... It's better safe than sorry right now. We just have to make sure everyone's where they should be."