"Good." Because obviously seven year olds were terrifying. But he didn't seem to know about the mean people back home. Well, logically that made sense as he hadn't been there, but still! Pressing her lips together, Fayina looked down the hall to make sure Svetlana wasn't coming back yet before she motioned Anatoly to bend down, placing her hand in front of her mouth as if telling a secret. And well, it was. Because Svetlana wouldn't want her saying it.
"She would come home all hurt while you were at your retreat." Hearing the door open, her eyes widened and she placed a finger to her lips as she went 'shhhh', "But I didn't tell you anything, okay daddy?" WIth that, the little blond girl raced back to the room she shared with Jelena right as Svetlana came out with the materials needed.
Quirking a brow at her husband, as he seemed to have something on his mind, Svetlana ignored it and motioned for Anatoly to sit down.
"Take off your shirt." Because it wasn't like Svetlana could tend to a stab wound while Anatoly had his shirt on. And it would give her something to focus on instead of her own pain.