"He's a friend of Sonya's," Lipton assured her, not willing to let her out of his arms. It wasn't only the desire to cling to her after such a week of hell, but that he feared for her safety. His hand settled on where he knew the soft curve of her pregnant belly lay beneath her skirts, worried.
"Yes, she's inside with a wounded man, pretty banged up herself. But you know Sonya - nothing will keep her down. She'll be alright." He shook his head, his eyes opened to just how tough the woman was this past week. "Come with me, we'll be safer inside." He guided her towards the door, arm around her and eyes scanning the area around them.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninetydegrees
no subject
on 2011-04-25 03:21 am (UTC)"Yes, she's inside with a wounded man, pretty banged up herself. But you know Sonya - nothing will keep her down. She'll be alright." He shook his head, his eyes opened to just how tough the woman was this past week. "Come with me, we'll be safer inside." He guided her towards the door, arm around her and eyes scanning the area around them.