If you guys would be so kind as to help me….

Hello! I was wondering if you could give me some help.
So I suppose I should give some background. This is from my currently unnamed WIP. It’s actually based off the idea of Pangaea. In case you don’t know what that is: its the theory of what the world looked like before the ‘continental drift.’ In the chaos which is erupting as a result of the earthquakes which precede it, the world turns to it’s capital (because of course it had to have one) and my main character Eon finds himself being called to take the lead, all while trying to take care of his family. This scene is kind of a scene where we see the stress and repercussions of that. I would be ecstatic if you would read it and let me know what you think.

Before I knew it it was my last night with Millenia. I sit in our tent and watch her as she packs. She sings softly as she goes back and forth between the trunk where we keep our clothes and the table where her bag rests. Finally she finishes packing, she closes her bag and turns around. “That’s it.”
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yup. I have everything. Clothes enough to last until I can come home, enough necessities to last the trip… and then some hopefully.” She begins to pace the small room as she lists not only the things she personally packed, but the supplies she had been working with Isaac’s mother to pack for the people of Eurasians. After a while I begin to laugh. She glares at me, “What are you laughing at!?” she snaps.
“At the fact that you’ve been talking for a good five minutes and still haven’t answered my question.” I respond.
“What do you mean?’ she asks indignantly.
I smile gently. “I mean that you’ve told me how much you’ve prepared, but you’ve yet to tell me if you’re ready. As in willing or inclined.”
Her eyes fill with tears and slowly, almost imperceptibly, she begins to shake her head. I get up and cross the room towards her.
“Oh, Eon. Please let me stay.” she whispers.
I take her into my arms. “You know why I can’t do that.”
She nods. “I don’t want to leave you. What if- Mum-” she breaks down in sobs.
“It’l be okay. I’ll come to you when this is over.” I say.
She pulls back and I’m startled to see that there’s anger in her eyes. “But what if it’s not. Mum told me it would be okay, that she would come back and now she’s dead.”
“Millenia,” I sigh.
“You don’t understand, Eon!” her voice raises ever so slightly. “I can’t risk that happening to you too. I just…” Just like that her voice breaks. “I can’t.”
Tears come to my eyes. “I know that I’m asking a lot of you. I know that to you it seems more reasonable to stay here with family and face all the dangers that may come than go to safety and be alone, and that it doesn’t seem fair that you personally should have to sacrifice so much. I know, because I agree wholeheartedly. I’m not going to make you go. The people of Eurasia need you to be brave. I need you to brave, now more than ever. But the choice is yours too make, not theirs and not mine.”
She doesn’t respond, simply crosses to the bed and lays down staring at the ceiling. So I leave the tent, content to let her think in peace. Egypt is waiting just outside.
“Walk with me.” I say. She doesn’t reply, she’s been ignoring me a lot lately, but sure enough I find her walking by my side.
“What am I doing?” I ask her. “In charge of the world? Moving all my pieces into position as if it were a game of war? A child, playing king of the world. That’s all I am. It’s almost laughable.” And I do laugh, mocking my own circumstances.
“I don’t believe it.” Egypt says.
“What? That I’m a lousy leader?”
“I don’t believe that and neither do you. Besides that’s not what you were saying. You were saying you’re a fake, which is quite possibly the dumbest statement you could ever make.” Egypt said firmly.
“Oh?” I raise my eyebrows. “And why is that? If it’s true-”
“It’s not.” Egypt cuts me off. “It the most untrue statement any human being could ever make. You aren’t a fake leader. If you were a fake, that would mean no one would follow you and in case you haven’t noticed, Eon, you’ve got the entire world following you.” I stop in my tracks. Egypt takes another step then turns and looks at me. I meet her eyes.
“I have noticed. That’s my problem.” She doesn’t reply, only stares at me sadly until finally I turn and walk away.