There - there. She swallows, as bold as she wants to be, it seems neither of them quite are. But... at least, Magni isn't hiding away any more than Lakshmi was. Gave her a certain sort of leave to... not worry so much. Finding a middle ground with watching the places that her hands moved. Taking that then as leave to... go further.

She licks her bottom lip, tasting the warm water on it. This time, her fingers slide up the top of her thigh, all the way to her hip. The crease of skin there that is soft. Softer perhaps than she thinks anyone else would believe of her Jarl. With it, Lakshmi moves dangerously, dangerously close to something more, when she splays her fingers and curves around again, the inside. But slow, so slow, mapping forming, eyes peeking up to watch and making sure, before she kept moving on.

"You are not. You are perfectly tall. My saving grace the day we met was that."