Lakshmi wets her lips, briefly before she nods her head. That was settled this. His oath and hers gave to it. At once, a weight comes off of her. He did have the experience, he had the wiles. She needed more than brute force to cut their lines. She needed cleverness and every report she had, every piece of information sent back to her, she'd come across said the same:

If you wanted someone to think around a problem - get the Dendarii, but especially, get Naismith.

So when he stands, and she looks over him, there's a shakiness to her smile as she looks down at him, but it spreads, brilliant and wide. Guileless, and for once younger than she seems. Hope, for the first time, a chance for something other than a massacre. All she sees at that moment, in him, is hope. It fills her all the way up and out. "I thank you." She begins a motion, almost to reach for him once more before she lets it stop. Her hands falling back away.

Business then.

"I will gather my people, and meet you in the morning. My retinue is small. I escaped with few others, but they are my most trusted advisors."