As Anatoly wrapped his arms around her, Svetlana trembled. Her mind was screaming at her to push him away. To leave and go back to the complex. That he would leave her all over again, hurt her worse than the bastards who had attacked her would have. Because physical wounds healed faster than mental and emotional ones. Even if she had been killed in the assault, at least Anatoly wouldn't be able to break her heart all over again. Because he was setting up to do that in being caring. In being human, he was risking her trusting him all over again for things to once again play out as they had back home.
Then...? Then he had called her Svetochka, a name he hadn't called her in five years. And that right there was enough to cause her well composed walls to crumple. Everything that had happened, what could have happened had Anatoly not shown up when he had... She could feel the roaming hands, the forced kiss, the bite on her neck. She was bleeding. He was bleeding. Because of her. And it just... it just was too much. Grasping onto Anatoly's shirt, the blond woman cried, her entire body shaking.
It just hurt so much. Her ribs were sore. Oh, this would make things strange, for certain, but Svetlana didn't care at that moment. All she knew was that Anatoly had come to her rescue, that he cared. At least in this moment he did. But even so, her duty to her children was coming through. So even though she didn't move from her position, she did speak, her voice muffled as she was pressed against Anatoly's chest.