Just a little nod. Of course. Perhaps she was underestimating her. Perhaps that was insulting. In silence she keeps walking, reaching a long hallways, carrying on until she reaches a heavy oak door, a tree carved into it, the boughs weaving over and under one another. She opens the door, and holds it open for Lakshmi.

The room itself is beautiful, the bed extensive and made up with blue and gold silks, the curtains heavy and flowing velvet, ornaments of carved wood, and a glittering chandelier of intricately woven and metals. I made this for you, she would say, but she cannot. Instead, she moves towards the window. The views are stunning, looking over the lake, the forestry that reached over the land.

In the cupboard there are furs, blankets some warmer clothes. "I hope it pleases you. The clothes are... for your comfort. I do not expect you to set aside your traditions from home."