She lays her hand over Magni's, bracing around her wrist, smoothing up her arm. Letting the brush tilt her, moving toward that affection, returning it as easily as she curves her face to nuzzle against her cheek. Brushing against her, finding steadiness in that same moment.

Afraid, yes, as often death could come of this as not - but... "This life and the next, as I swore." Then - then she kisses her, no more than a brush, just to the corner of that tucked in smile. Her lips soft, lingering there without going too far. "I am proud to carry a child of Talonhold."

Because there is... part of her, she knew, that was raised to a strict sense of duty, of pride, of know what her role would always be, that feels right in this. Correct in making sure that Magni's family continued and did so strongly. That now, more than ever, she could hold her head high and know her exact place amoungst them. Even when they whispered still that Magni would let her go when she felt like it.