Too big for Lakshmi, too little for Magni, what a pair they made, as she's wrapped around. Which -

- The bed isn't fit for much, the floor is bare stone and the wind is howling with the worst of the storm outside. Beating down in sheets of water. It's a miserable night, and one, that otherwise she would feel loathe to withstand. Especially - here, where nothing is right, everything is woefully so different that she could not even trust her own judgement over the sky.

But... as she takes long, slow breathes... it isn't. Her body relaxes. Maybe, it is that she is ill, or perhaps the simplicity of being held while being so. Leaning by little amounts into Magni's side. "I do not think I will be able to do much else. My head seems to think it will either ache or sleep, no matter what I do."