There are no words for it. The beauty of the image before her, a treasured piece of her lady's life that she can never see solid, of flesh and stone before her. It is a gift from the Land of Dreams, but a painful thing as well. To see a home you cannot go to so close, something living and vibrant where it has been destroyed. Precious and agonising.

She looks in silence for a time, drinking it all in. Seeing it, memorising it. Trying to grasp what all this is, and how it fits into Manikarnika and Lakshmi and the Queen of Jhansi. How all this is bound together with the forbidden and the slaughtered.

"There are... great artists people speak of. They cannot paint all your people," certainly Magni couldn't afford to commission such a project, and any contact she might be able to get in the world of art would rely upon Varmas' network of contacts, but— "but if they could... if you could describe this lady who represents Jhansi to them. Maybe—"

She trails off, uncertain, looking towards Manikarnika.