Beth was exhausted, and visibly in pain. When her husband took her in his arms, she felt her careful control begin to slip, and the tears pricked at her eyes again. She folded into his arms, sliding her own arms around him to hold tight, clinging just like a little girl clings to her daddy after falling from the swingset.<br/><br/>The sound of movement, and then that voice, coming from behind him made her cringe. She felt a swelling of fear in her chest until Jim turned around and, placing himself between her and the bound man, began speaking to him in such a low, threatening voice. She felt protected and safe suddenly, surprised by the fact. She couldn't help but move her gaze from one to the other, observing the conversation.