Svetlana grinned, and gave a silly little laugh. "We all are. Aren't we, baby girl?" She lifted Rasputina into her arms, and bounced her with the ease and love of an expert mother. She looked to Peter for a moment, her eyes filled with the love of a mother for her child's father, but completely platonic for that. She felt that her fears had been assuaged, and some future assured. It didn't matter that there was a river of blood. They could still stand and fight. And that was the important thing.