Thomas kept his arms wrapped around Jamie for longer than necessary while Hermes literally cut through the men who had taken Roxanna. He didn't want Jamie to actually see people dying in front of him. He was shaking all over, refusing to move an inch from residual fear and horror at the sounds of death coming from the middle of the room. "Don't listen," he whispered to his son. "Plug your ears, Jamie, okay? Just plug your ears, kiddo."
Lena reached for Roxanna's face while Julia went to work picking the locks. Her father had taught her well, after all.
"I'm really here," Lena assured Roxanna. "It's really me, mein schatz. You're not going to die, honey. Julia's picking the locks and then we're taking you out of here. Oh god, I'm so glad to see you. You need some water?"