In those first few moments, Lakshmi doesn't see Magni particularly or anyone else, just the blind rage to want to hit as hard as she can that had finally after almost a year of living in this place, finally bubbled over. Of doing her best to only being a demure wife cast aside to the heat and satisfaction of being able to strike and hit and have the satisfaction of it returned by someone who didn't care that she was Grevinne.

Until her elbow connects with someone who isn't Jhalkari. That finally makes her pause, stunned for a moment when she's lifted up like a doll. There was only one person who would dare, would ever consider doing it.

She can't even think what trouble this all might be as Magni very sensibly leads her off. Has to hop a quicker step to keep up with her wife's longer legs as she's taken off by her arm. Away from prying eyes, mercifully.

Because there is no other word for it. She's a mess. Blood on her face, mud streaked over her clothes, dust sticking to the sweat on her brow. Hair stuck up where it had been yanked on, and a smattering of bruises that would come up in following days.

She blinks, wide eyed in a daze as she realises Magni is talking to her, all at once, and they are speaking alone for the first time in days. About doctors and a bath and being seen to and that very soon, Magni was going to leave in a moment and that thought - that thought.

"I don't want them." she blurts out, all the refinement gone out of her like a sawn off edge, rough and husky after all that shouting.