Lakshmi shakes her head, mirthful now in a way that wants to lead into hysterical sobbing, even now. Her hands cupping the back of Magni's head. Smoothing through her hair, combing where it is loose, tracing where it is braided. Reverently touching over her in a way that is almost unconscious in how she can't part from her. Touching every bit of her.
"That task is yours I'm afraid, there is none from the little one."
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"That task is yours I'm afraid, there is none from the little one."