"Too much," Magni says, softly. The woman that she holds so dear has lost far too much, no matter how strong and fierce she might be, and she brushes her fingers against Lakshmi's own. A woman of fire, a prowling tiger, but one who has endured too much.

"We don't have to have it perfect immediately," she continues, navigating the words slowly as the spirit hangs over them, a pillar of mourning. "We'll find the right way to honour them. All of them."

There is a certainty in how she says, a determination it that renders it an oath.