Magni blinks, a little surprised, and lifts her foot to make the tugging easier as she starts to undo the bindings of her leather gloves. Soaked, now, possibly beyond saving if the leather cracked. It hardly seems to matter, as she tugs at the gloves to pull them away, and sets them down beside her.

Thank God that Rani is here. She smiles very slightly, and reaches to touch her wife's face. Ever cautious, ever gentle, as she leans forward with one elbow braced against her thigh.

"I'm sorry," she says, softly. It's easier than sorry if I scared you and I hope those boys are okay and are you alright?. Probably all of those things come before the other aspect of I'm sorry our walk was disrupted. (Some part of her is vaguely aware that in coming days she will endure lectures from Krogstad and her mother, well intentioned, loving, scared things. Right now she barely has any mind or awareness of it, though. Her focus is all on Rani, if she is alright, though she's trying to gauge her wife's mood, after she so fiercely chased everyone else away.)