The hand squeeze caused Svetlana to blink and look to the other woman before sipping her drink once more. She really wasn't much in the mood to be hugging anyone, regardless of understanding. It was how they had bonded, the pain of losing their children to death. Svetlana's had been temporary but that memory haunted her now that she remembered this place. The conviction they had died again because of Maleficent. The extended separation with no sign of knowing when it would end. If she'd been hugged, there was a chance Svetlana might have broken down and cried and this was not the time for that. Not now when Helena was seeking reprieve from her own mind, when she needed to work through her own issues.
The company though was indeed welcomed even if it had been unexpected. In some situations, there were only certain people who could truly understand what was being felt even if there were no words to be said. Because what could be said? Sorry you were shot? Sorry Moriarty pushed all the buttons and you snapped? Sorry? They were words, nothing more. But she had noticed the rubbing of her shoulder and knew that it was a psychosomatic response. Memory. Absent and unconscious. This world was dangerous but there at least was no threat of the KGB. At least presently. Who knew with the Seal. It wasn't as if it hadn't made Molokov show up once already.
"He did. It seems there was a demon run in, but Elena came across him."
She didn't need to know the details to know that her husband was worried about the teen. Much as Dick was a brother to Svetlana, Elena was a sister to Anatoly. A sister who had gone through a lot in this place and didn't handle losing people, who felt guilt. She remembered that from the night she had stayed over when the girls psychoanalyzed both her and Dick.
"I imagine he is getting himself settled back in the medbay." It made the most sense. And he would be able to help. And he at least wasn't alone here. She would have worried if he had been here alone. No one to really ground him and just his work. They grounded one another, just as their friendships with people did. The words weren't necessary with Anatoly or Helena, something Svetlana was thankful for as she rarely was one to use them if she didn't have to.