She nods slowly, sadly. Really, being surrounded by dirt and stone was just piling the danger on -- and the ways it hurt to think about, too.
"You have to go and make sense," she mutters, then steels herself. "We'll look after the littles as best we can, Misha," she promises. Damn it, this was no time to cry, because once she got started where could it end, and she'd need to see straight soon.
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