"I have been blessed with a large one, who has ever been good to me, whether I was born into it or married to." Another mouthful, swallowed quickly and when she smiles, her eyes crinkle with that warmth, genuine for once. There was nothing she held so dear as family, once upon a time. But for now, she lets that be all there. Remove the beginning from the end, and let that be enough to keep her gaze steady. " - So then, ah, my father was Moropant Tambe, and my mother was Bhagirathi. She died when I was very young. After that, my father went into service with the Peshwa -" hovers, and then translate that as best she can back to him. "- the military prime minister I suppose you would call it, of the Marathi Empire. I am Marathi as well, by birth and marriage. Though we were one among his dependants, he treated me like his own family, sometimes."

She takes a drink as she goes, small sips. "My husband was the Maharaja Gangadhar Rao Newalker, and when we married, I was very young and his family did their best to make me feel part of their home as well as help me grow into being Queen myself. We had two sons, one I bore myself, and when he passed, another we adopted." There's no hesitation, she doesn't consider an adopted child not the same. Arnand was as much her son as Damodar was. Both in law and in her affection for him.

Even if the reality of it was more complicated than that. She pauses there, watching him to make sure she hasn't somehow confused him with all that information. "Not too much so far?"