"If I don't go now and get people out, it's going to be even more devastating when the aftershocks hit," Berk responded immediately. He felt a strange kind of cold in his chest, realizing he had never had to deal with his wife in this situation. Most days on the field you went out, and pushed forth through everything, blocking out any emotion that might stop you from reaching your goal. People had this idea that aurors were as cold as stone because of how serious they behaved, but if they let themselves think about the wives and children they had back home when they were fighting death eaters?
Well--they didn't get back home.
Berkeley had always been very good at turning on his tunnel vision, but looking at Amelia now made it difficult to fully lose himself in that. He had to take a breath and step out of his auror mode before he was going to be able to get her out of there and do his job.
Smiling, Berk put his hands on Amelia's shoulders, then quickly moving them to cup her face in a way he often did when she got too stressed out about work or legal issues. Berk pushed forward and kissed her quickly, and still holding her face he said, "I love you, Amelia, but I have to go," his entire face frowned into an almost pleading state, "You've got to trust me."
Trust him for what, exactly, he wasn't sure, but Berk felt his mind and body settling back into his defensive mode as he held onto her face. She needed to know, without him saying more or staying much longer, that he was going to do all he could to save as many people as he could, and come back home. But if he couldn't---Amelia had to know he tried.
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