[ she unfolds herself, oblivious to his gaze, up onto her knees then onto her feet. The heavy boots she wore - and was glad that they hadn't been taken from her. Maybe if she was more aware of what might happen, she'd make plans for it.

Like telling would be wormholes "not now, she's busy". She dusts her hands off and she turns back to face him, flicking out the scarf and wrapping it around her neck again. Carefully, the fine material clearly isn't for warmth. The last part is the nath, that she hooks back into her nose piercing.

Herself, again. ] Eurasia- I, yes, I suppose that suffices as a term. [ clears her throat, carrying on, it's clearly not one she was familiar with for her home. ] We call it Hindustan. It is hot there, my husband's home is in a place called Bundelkund, it is on a great rocky plateau, hot and dry, save in the summer - and the monsoon rain is nothing polite. It pours down as if it means to wash all away.