With her skirts held in one hand, she nods and bows and makes herself as pleasant as possible with her hand being led as she is introduced to each member of this Hold, all that they see too. Well-wishing or otherwise. Paraded before them to every kind of inspection that she dutifully goes through without complaint.

Because in truth, where her wife might be silent - Lakshmi herself is certainly not. She seeks to engage with each person as they come. To make her presence known to each of them. How devotedly she puts each name and face to memory. This is her life, now, and she will make the best of it that she can.

At least, until there is a name that she doesn't know. Her mouth opens, curious, looking up because the snap of tension of in her new wife is sudden and absolute. But her response is a gently reassuring as she could be. "It is very far from the deserts for a Tambe, isn't it? But both our families hope to expand the trade now that we are one." Diplomatic, playing off with an air of laughter that lets others do the same with her words.

It's careful, slowly, that she looks out of the corner of her eye to watch Magni, her breath held.