Mischa bit her lip at the contact of his hand on her shoulder; for a moment she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She was not a woman to be easily overcome by emotions, but these were not normal circumstances. Her mother's old words echoed back to her - to be loved the way he knows how - but she shook them from her mind. That had nothing to do with this. She decided then that she would not ask for very much from Salazar, but she would appreciate whatever he offered. If their roles were reversed, and she was standing before a man she knew of only from stories, who held a deep love for her, she knew she would have to grow into that role. To ask more would be to ask for the impossible. She smiled warmly at him. She would not force the role on him; she would be patient, and let the fates decide what would come.
"No, Salazar," Mischa reassured him, bringing up her hand to rest it atop his. "You have worked hard to give us everything. A safe home, plentiful resources, toys and books for our children and a warm, soft bed for each of us. The castle is the safest structure in the whole land - and our home away from it is much the same. You've called it Serpent's Glen."