Magni nods her understanding, though— her mouth twists unhappily, like she should have grasped all this sooner, understood it better. Their marriage, their union, it had not been a matter of love and adoration. It had been pragmatism, an arrangement between their families, and perhaps she had... not seen all that she should have done.
"You're right."
Quiet, voice rasping a little, and she leans down to rest her forehead against Lakshmi's shoulder, hands dropping away from her face so instead she can wrap her arms around Lakshmi's waist. Hell with the dirt, she just wants to hold her close.
"They're your meetings to attend." She suspects, now it's been said, that they always should have been. Was that the expectation that she had failed to grasp? It makes sense. It feels— absurd, a shortcoming, not to have considered it sooner. Perhaps her head has been too full of too many things. "I— feel foolish."
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"You're right."
Quiet, voice rasping a little, and she leans down to rest her forehead against Lakshmi's shoulder, hands dropping away from her face so instead she can wrap her arms around Lakshmi's waist. Hell with the dirt, she just wants to hold her close.
"They're your meetings to attend." She suspects, now it's been said, that they always should have been. Was that the expectation that she had failed to grasp? It makes sense. It feels— absurd, a shortcoming, not to have considered it sooner. Perhaps her head has been too full of too many things. "I— feel foolish."