She doesn't let go of her, only, she pulls back, that scared, longing filled look on her face that marrs her brow, pinches her mouth together as her hand lifts from Magni's shoulder. Not to travel far, just one linger lifting to brush the outside of her cheek in what could only be deemed reverence.
"Every Jarl in these lands could try to part us, every Raj with a thousand elephants. But they could no more take my heart from my chest, without it, I would surely perish, and for it, I would never stop fighting to protect it." her eyes down, a moment, distracted very momentarily, as she takes Magni's hand with a faint smile. Guiding it to brush against her baby bump. "nothing but little turns, all month without you. Then this morning, I was woken with a strong kick. I think they knew." she had taken it as a sign. No doubt a child born in such a union would have known better than anyone. Wasn't that the superstition anyway?
Because as she lays the hand there, the response was there. The press of feet against her palm, where - Lakshmi winces certainly for the force of the kick - the baby seemed at once more lively.
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She doesn't let go of her, only, she pulls back, that scared, longing filled look on her face that marrs her brow, pinches her mouth together as her hand lifts from Magni's shoulder. Not to travel far, just one linger lifting to brush the outside of her cheek in what could only be deemed reverence.
"Every Jarl in these lands could try to part us, every Raj with a thousand elephants. But they could no more take my heart from my chest, without it, I would surely perish, and for it, I would never stop fighting to protect it." her eyes down, a moment, distracted very momentarily, as she takes Magni's hand with a faint smile. Guiding it to brush against her baby bump. "nothing but little turns, all month without you. Then this morning, I was woken with a strong kick. I think they knew." she had taken it as a sign. No doubt a child born in such a union would have known better than anyone. Wasn't that the superstition anyway?
Because as she lays the hand there, the response was there. The press of feet against her palm, where - Lakshmi winces certainly for the force of the kick - the baby seemed at once more lively.