She doesn't want to, that much is plain. It leaves her open, vulnerable in a way she cannot stand in herself. But if that is how to sort this out in the short term then.
Lakshmi stands and gives him what he wants. Considerable as that is. She unstraps the heavy Falchion from her back, unslinging it over her head to set it down on his desk with a heavy clunk. The wood stock bearing a heavy line of claw marks in the timber, blood splattered across the base. The dragoon pistol is next, laying it and its holster that she unclasps from her chest beside the rifle on his desk.
The last in the long knife, and that, she hesitates with. The others - they are just another weapon, but this? "I would like to keep this. It is... deeply important, and of my husband's family." Of a sort, Sir Bors and what remained of her husband's Shamshir.
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Lakshmi stands and gives him what he wants. Considerable as that is. She unstraps the heavy Falchion from her back, unslinging it over her head to set it down on his desk with a heavy clunk. The wood stock bearing a heavy line of claw marks in the timber, blood splattered across the base. The dragoon pistol is next, laying it and its holster that she unclasps from her chest beside the rifle on his desk.
The last in the long knife, and that, she hesitates with. The others - they are just another weapon, but this? "I would like to keep this. It is... deeply important, and of my husband's family." Of a sort, Sir Bors and what remained of her husband's Shamshir.