Oh.

That— oh.

Magni stares at her wife for a moment, and for that impossibly long span of time it feels like her heart has stopped. Carefully, she tries to summon words that might save them both from this, from discomfort and disease. "You are not beholden to my wants." Her lust or demands, her whims. "I honour you as you have honoured me. We need not—"

She clears her throat, shakes her head, and bows to Rani. "Make yourself at home."