There was a small part of Svetlana that was screaming. Clawing and trying to regain control. She didn't like this. She was putting herself at risk, making herself vulnerable. Opening up about the things she kept to herself. Things she had not even told Anatoly. She wanted to yell at him, of course. She wanted to make him realize what his stupid pride had done. The fact that the girls were always at risk because he had won. He may have had his own reasons, but the safety of their daughters should have been the most important thing. She didn't matter and she knew that, but Fayina and Jelena were innocent.
She didn't respond to the words spoken verbally. All she did was nod. She heard. The idea was there. But even with her mind violated by the Master, with him giving her orders, she didn't know how she would go about it. It wasn't as if she and Anatoly were the type to just jump into conversations about what they were feeling.
But she would. She would find a way, because those were her orders. So long as the girls were not subjected to it. Svetlana would never do anything to upset the girls, which meant, they would not see her fight with their father, even if he did deserve it.