She closed her eyes at his words, then reopened them again with a small frown. "I know, but -" She broke off, then moved to head for the door. Stopping in the doorway as she pulled it open, Natasha hesitated, then looked back at her son, a whirlpool of emotions in her eyes: some hurt, a faint hint of fear, and above all, love. When she finally spoke, her voice was again quiet, but didn't hold the same deadly edge as before. This time, it was just a little broken. "You're all I have, James. I just...don't want to lose you, too. We're leaving in the morning." Stepping out, she shut the door softly, then moved down to the first level to fix a small meal for them.
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