Settling in was relative. Some days were easier than others. Prior to being sent to that other world, basically. She was readjusting all over again only with the added benefit of already having been there. But that was minimal in regards to what she had to cope with mentally. That was what was harder to deal with. But it was also something she wouldn't talk about to anyone. Maybe Anatoly once she felt able to be freer with her words again, but even that was doubtful. Still, she knew her husband and she knew that he was trying, misguided as he were at times. He at least knew what not to do. So she would just continue trying to come to terms with everything that happened. It was all she could do while ensuring that her daughters were coping.
Nodding at Freddie's words in regards to the two, Svetlana smiled slightly.
"Yes, they are." True, Fayina was acting out and reacting to things in irrational ways at the moment, but from what Svetlana had read about PTSD in children, it wasn't that uncommon. She just had to be there for the seven year old just as she had to be there for Jelena, who was more withdrawn than she usually was. Jelena was the hyperactive friendly one while Fayina was the feisty one who protected her younger sister. But Freddie had a point, the school systems here were good and they were both young enough that they would be able to pick up the language easily enough. While Svetlana wanted her parents and remaining brother in their lives, at least they had more opportunities here and the ability to not fear for their lives. It was something both she and Anatoly were thankful for.
Of course, then Freddie was once again saying she should vent. Saying it would help. How could it help though? How was opening up to someone about things she didn't feel comfortable talking about do any good? Oh, when she was in her ice queen mode, Svetlana was known to say things she normally kept to herself, but never did it go into her feelings on the matter. Still, maybe he wasn't trying to get her to talk to use against Anatoly if he was saying she didn't have to do so to him. Or he was playing her and trying to make her feel comfortable. All of this paranoia and concern and stress was going to make her sick. Again. Still, she didn't hate Freddie. She didn't even hate Florence, she had told that to the woman when she had gotten back from the strange world where everything went wrong. No, the only person she genuinely hated was Molokov, now more than ever. Strongly dislike Florence? Yes. Freddie she was neutral on. He annoyed her at times, sure. But that could be said about a lot of people.
Even so, who would Svetlana really go to? The only other person she had some sort of rapport with was Darcy and going into the Florence thing and her insecurities on the matter with the woman who was Florence's best friend? Not exactly something that would go over well. And she was so used to dealing with such things on her own that even if she could talk to Darcy about this, would she even know how to?
"So you have said." Sipping her tea, Svetlana placed the cup down and folded her hair behind her ear. How to turn this conversation around. Because truth be told, this was uncomfortable. Being told to open up when she spent her whole life holding things in because no one was ever truly there and it was safer not to trust if you only ended up hurt. But the question was what. What could she ask about that wouldn't be awkward? The only thing she could think of was the wedding but given who he was marrying? Complicated complicated.