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[shri]

In a few more weeks.

[ She eyes the list, noting what he says about the names, and with it, she begins taking her own notes in a book it seems she has just for these sorts of tasks. Though her words are all written in Devanagari letters, that mix of hindi and maratha as she needs it. ]

I certainly would not want to turn down the extra men. If nothing else, to hang decorations.

[thorndergod]

Then you shall have them, my lady. Is there anything else I can do for you?

[He glances at the notebook. Whatever she's writing in is unknown to him, though that's not entirely a surprise. She's a Rifter.]

What language is that?

[shri]

[ Briefly, Lakshmi looks down at her hands. Only half realising what she was doing to that end. ]

The tongue of my home. Hindi, Marathi, some Farsi.

[ It's given with a mildly laughed shrug. ]

[thorndergod]

It is lovely.

[The letters curve and join in interesting ways. If they were not at war, Thor might be curious enough to learn. But they are, so there is no time for something that will not help the effort.]

I have not seen its like. Are there many things you keep of your home?

[He's not as far from his as she is hers, but he can't deny being homesick sometimes. It must be worse for the Rifters, even if their homes are not currently occupied by enemy forces.]

[shri]

Some, [ she lifts her hand holding the quill, shifting back and forth in a wobbly maybe. ]

Though most of it is no more than stories that I may share with others, were they willing.