She takes it all, silent and stricken by it all - by her own foolishness.
There is the small mercy, that probably, every single person standing here in the courtyard just got told about the argument, that now was not a good time to come bounding up about it. Rather the fellow is very respectful, as he gives her the puppy, but utterly quiet as he gives her murmuring. She takes it with both hands. Holding it up to her face as it's little feet kicked in the air, barking and desperately trying to lick her face in eagerness.
"I'll call you Nandu." She murmurs, turning her cheek up to let the puppy lick her face. "Someone must be." Far bitterer.
Because Magni turns to leave, and Lakshmi does not stop her. Rather, if she presses her face into the dog's fur, soft as it is, it will blot her far too frustrated tears from falling.
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There is the small mercy, that probably, every single person standing here in the courtyard just got told about the argument, that now was not a good time to come bounding up about it. Rather the fellow is very respectful, as he gives her the puppy, but utterly quiet as he gives her murmuring. She takes it with both hands. Holding it up to her face as it's little feet kicked in the air, barking and desperately trying to lick her face in eagerness.
"I'll call you Nandu." She murmurs, turning her cheek up to let the puppy lick her face. "Someone must be." Far bitterer.
Because Magni turns to leave, and Lakshmi does not stop her. Rather, if she presses her face into the dog's fur, soft as it is, it will blot her far too frustrated tears from falling.