Her gaze is locked on Lakshmi as the book drops, a feeling of despair as her gut drops. Less that she is shouting at Magni - she knows their devotion to one another, knows Lakshmi loves her dearly - and more that she has hurt her so. (Perhaps there comes a worry, what if this were to cause a tear in that trust and adoration, but she presses it away for another time.) She is not so concerned as she might be that she is being shouted at in front of so many, when the fact remains that this is a misunderstanding.
"My Rani," she tries to start, leaning forward a little and speaking softly, "if you'll stop—"
In the background she is aware of Krogstad's eyes probably turning the size of saucers, and of guests starting to draw forward, perhaps in protest of Magni's honour though not quite ready to interrupt the Grevinne and her temper, taken aback by it as they are.
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"My Rani," she tries to start, leaning forward a little and speaking softly, "if you'll stop—"
In the background she is aware of Krogstad's eyes probably turning the size of saucers, and of guests starting to draw forward, perhaps in protest of Magni's honour though not quite ready to interrupt the Grevinne and her temper, taken aback by it as they are.