Amelia opened her mouth to ask the question that was flashing a warning in her brain, but closed it quickly. She knew what Berk was going to do while they were escaping--he was an Auror, after all, and since this chaos had begun he hadn't stopped acting like one. He was all business right now, like they were another couple of civilians on the street. And they were, but---
Fuck that. She had a right to be worried about him and show it, she was his wife.
"So what are you going to do, huh?" Amelia challenged, stepping forward and tossing the robes towards Marnie. "Aftershocks are going to come, and you're not going to be able to do anything but get yourself hurt if you stick around here." She didn't know why she was suddenly so desperate to stop him; the worry had never gotten her to try to get him to not do his job before. Amelia couldn't quite understand why suddenly the anxiety was so overwhelming, but she knew that she needed to get him to come with her.
Reaching out with the hand that had just discarded his robes, she wrapped her fingers around his wand hand and squeezed insistently. "Stop acting gallant and come with us, at least until it's less likely that the earth will start shifting beneath you again."
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