Worry (Peter, Svetlana, Aly?)

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It was possibly too much for the human brain to fathom how many showers Peter took after being in that place below the Thames. But it was a lot. A lot of showers. Showery goodness, washing away the eeeuuuggghhhhhhh. Finally, regrettably, Peter stepped out from under the stream of water and he toweled himself off. He needed to post and explain to people what had happened. Needed to let them know. But once he'd dressed and stepped into the bedroom, he saw his wife on the bed holding Svetlana...and his plans changed. "Hey..." He said softly, crossing to them. His daughter, Rasputina, was in Svetlana's arms and he kissed the infant's head as he knelt in front of them. "Svetlana. I'm glad to see you, Sweetheart. Do you...need to talk?" The events of the day had unnerved her, and Peter didn't really want Svetlana unnerved. He could love her the way she was now. But he never forgot who she had been...

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"Not everyone's scared though," Svetlana said, curling herself smaller even as she shifted closer to Peter. "Some of them are just dead. They don't get to be scared of the Templar. Oops." The movement of her fingers in Rasputina's hair became slower, and she looked up at Peter. "Are you scared?"