Marian was trying to get her breathing under control, focusing on Art's arms and on the calm words that her boys were all speaking. She had to remain calm and collected or it was possible she might start screaming or crying or throwing things.
Marian couldn't afford to do any of those things. Marian needed to be strong for her boys, needed to show them that she was okay.
Artemis. Michael. A decision to be made.
When Marian spoke her voice was wavering even as she tried to keep it firm. It didn't sound firm, and there was a crack she couldn't help, but her eyes were locked on Robin. "I'm rebuilding the dungeon," was what she told them all, feeling in her heart that there was nothing else in the world that might make her stop feeling so weak.