Whatever slip it is, it is not Lakshmi's to pry into as she walks beside her. Rather, in the same way she had in the med tent, she reaches across to grip her shoulder in a firm squeeze, to keep her here. To keep away from memories that are drowning at the best of times.

"Since I am going to give you strict orders to looking after yourself: I believe ma'am is what most like to grumble at me."

Light, teasing, an easy direction away from anything serious of she wants to take it.