[There’s nothing more that he would rather do. Markus is looked upon as a leader, and the responsibilities that come with it are ingrained deeply within. To protect his people had become his priority back home, one that followed him through both time and space to New Amsterdam. It’s more than obligation — it comes naturally to him, expectation and personality entwining to create someone who wouldn’t know what to do with himself otherwise.

He gives her hand a return squeeze before Kara retracts it. Can see the swell of emotion threatening to overcome her; knows that she’s justified in experiencing every single one that’s tangled up in her.]

Hey… [A low tone, spoken in the way a friend urges someone to listen, rather than a figurehead commanding attention. Her gratitude is affecting, a moment where he’s glad that he can be someone else’s anchor, but as ever, the concern is poured outwards again.]

We can get away from this crowd, if you want. There’s a safehouse in the city. You’ll be able to rest there and get yourself a change of clothes. And take some time to yourself to… digest all that’s happened.