"Poison would work fine, in the field, and I would be happy to carry it." Lakshmi bows her head in agreement.
Then clears her throat, sliding her eyes across to Coupe. Then back to Beleth with a respectful turn of her head. A brief explanation at least, and maybe to clear something of the snap she'd had when her own fury got the better of her. "A self-immolation is a sacred act, we call it Jahaur, done in times of siege by women in my homeland when the warriors have all died and there is no hope. I am sure you have your own stories about what is done in such moments. It ensures their bodies cannot be defiled by an enemy, and that they may go onto the next life, whole. We usually burn out dead, you see, like Andrastrians, I suppose in some ways, but since no one can perform the correct rights for me after I die, I can ensure it by doing it for myself, first." Damn them, she wouldn't be misunderstood for what and why she wanted the things she did. "I requested the right to do it in the event that you deem my no longer fit to carry the blackwater and relinquish me of that burden permanently, or that you would prefer to keep me out of any useful roles. The Blackwater is something taken with great duty and those who drink it are bound to that goal eternally. If I was no longer seeking it out, then I am long ready for my death. Commander Coupe, however, disagrees." Her hand lifts, gestures to the woman, as she moves back towards the edge of the bed she had been sitting on.
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Then clears her throat, sliding her eyes across to Coupe. Then back to Beleth with a respectful turn of her head. A brief explanation at least, and maybe to clear something of the snap she'd had when her own fury got the better of her. "A self-immolation is a sacred act, we call it Jahaur, done in times of siege by women in my homeland when the warriors have all died and there is no hope. I am sure you have your own stories about what is done in such moments. It ensures their bodies cannot be defiled by an enemy, and that they may go onto the next life, whole. We usually burn out dead, you see, like Andrastrians, I suppose in some ways, but since no one can perform the correct rights for me after I die, I can ensure it by doing it for myself, first." Damn them, she wouldn't be misunderstood for what and why she wanted the things she did. "I requested the right to do it in the event that you deem my no longer fit to carry the blackwater and relinquish me of that burden permanently, or that you would prefer to keep me out of any useful roles. The Blackwater is something taken with great duty and those who drink it are bound to that goal eternally. If I was no longer seeking it out, then I am long ready for my death. Commander Coupe, however, disagrees." Her hand lifts, gestures to the woman, as she moves back towards the edge of the bed she had been sitting on.