He said 'we'. 'We' can't protect anyone. Though his expression said it was the furthest thing from his mind, Nanshe again threw her arms around his neck and held there. He hadn't thought about it; she knew he hadn't thought about her decision or his decision because he hadn't even mentioned it. It truly was their home, theirs, and though he never needed to prove that he believed it, he'd done an admirable job of it just then. Just with a single word. We.
"It will be all right," she said over his shoulder, resting her chin there. "When I talked with Morpheus, I told him to bring whoever he could... and only to keep there from being fights. See? Anyone who's interested in starting trouble, they wouldn't come. And Morpheus, surely he can say who is right and who is wrong in it. He doesn't want the war, either."
She smoothed her hands one over the other down the back of his head and along his neck. It was understandable why he was so tense; Nanshe wasn't altogether comfortable about the idea either. But she'd done it for Harmonia -- and because she'd thought it was the right thing to do. Surely any discomfort could be overlooked given those things. Turning her head, she kissed the side of his cheek.
"It will be all right," she said again. "You'll see." And then finally releasing the poor, battered man, she sat back on her heels on the top of the bed. "I was thinking about putting up wards of some sort... protection, and the like. Do you have any other suggestions?"
How long had it been since she'd actively safeguarded her home? It seemed that Enki did it almost as an afterthought, everywhere he slept. Enki. She glanced at her lap, saddened by the remembrance of the state in which he'd been the last time she'd heard about him. But thoughts of the present intruded, brought her head back up. Enki was wise, but Shamash had shown himself to be wiser, still, than Enki in these days. It was in Shamash that she placed her trust.