"I know they did," she whispers, her hand moving quick to the back of Greta's head, stroking her hair gently. "It's okay. We got 'em. We're fine."

Rush's hand on her wrist is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and she pulls back from Greta, meeting his eyes.

"Let's go then," she says, and she reaches out with her free hand to take Greta's, lacing her fingers in and holding on, this is no time for shyness. "Follow us."