Magni can't help a quiet laugh of her own, shaking her head very slightly as she keeps moving, lapsing into a comfortable silence. Her quietness can take such different forms, but this is not the strained silence that haunted them both when first Lakshmi came here.

After close to an hour, or perhaps a little longer, her breath is coming a little more ragged, demanding more effort as she keeps moving. Her arms are aching from the sustained weight and position, and her thighs are burning. There are others doing this walk, but they are still a ways behind them. She doesn't look back to see if all of them are still with them, or if any have given up; part of her suspects that if she does, the Sky Lady will not look kindly on it. Despite the chill air about them, sweat runs down her face, her chest, the back of her neck, and her clothes cling to her back. Her hold on Lakshmi, though, that remains gentle, careful, despite the fatigue.

"Do you think there's cake at the top?"