Everyone was watching them, she knew that much, a crowd had gathered to see the Jarl carry her new wife up the mountain, all of them waiting with bated breath. To that, Lakshmi was absolute in her role, respect, of course, for herself, and her position. But the way she defers first and foremost to Magni above all things is there, in every little twitch and movement of recognition.

As Magni speaks, she echoes. "Under the gaze of the Sky Lady and for love of the Mountain-Father." Then as Magni asks, Lakshmi bows her head. "Always, my Jarl."

But between them, just, between them, for no one else to know, her gaze flickers up, impishly quick, and smiles so very sharp and gone. The golden ring that hung at her nose glittering with sunlight on gold so very briefly with the little gesture.