"I did not grow up on Barrayar," Olivia tells her, returning the bow with a shallower one of her own, but no less lacking for the amount of respect she extends to the other woman. "But every Barrayaran woman knows this to be true -- Vor and prole alike. It may be too much to ask, but every moment you show it, it is my hope that Barrayar as a whole comes closer to recognizing it."
Her father is the accursed progressive in government, but those that assumed his politics -- and those of his Betan wife -- didn't trickle down to his children in some form or another were only deluding themselves. Olivia will compromise much for the occupation, for there is nothing if they don't win. But that does not have to come at odds with dragging it all towards some sense of equality. After all, Piotr had been the one to suggest that not all officers had to be Vor.
The look in the woman's eyes is one that gives Olivia heart, and her own smile back at Maharani. She will do what she can to help the other woman, in whatever way is possible for her to. It is the least she can do. "Good luck to you, Maharani."
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Her father is the accursed progressive in government, but those that assumed his politics -- and those of his Betan wife -- didn't trickle down to his children in some form or another were only deluding themselves. Olivia will compromise much for the occupation, for there is nothing if they don't win. But that does not have to come at odds with dragging it all towards some sense of equality. After all, Piotr had been the one to suggest that not all officers had to be Vor.
The look in the woman's eyes is one that gives Olivia heart, and her own smile back at Maharani. She will do what she can to help the other woman, in whatever way is possible for her to. It is the least she can do. "Good luck to you, Maharani."