Her hands stay gently on Lakshmi's shoulders, and she leans down to murmur quietly, just to her. "I didn't trust myself to keep it secret, but I— I am unhappy it hurt you, my Rani. They are all gathered here for love of you, to celebrate you."

Rasping, quiet, and sounding rather sheepish, hands gently taking Lakshmi's own as she steps to stand beside her. Now, to their guests, "I think my Grevinne should be the only one trusted to organising parties. I still have much to learn about this art."