She squares her shoulders, broad breath across her chest where the old and well worn blue jacket pulls with the familiar stretch - like she readies, even now, for battle. Though, of a different sought.

"I did so for the women of my homeland, in the ways that I could, and I am humbled to do so now for you. As I am sure the other women will be."

She cannot trust a noble, she knows, in the same way, she could not be trusted as Queen, either. One's home, one's family, one's people, always - bar no one - came first. In the same way, her loyalty, would always be to her cause. It was how it had to be, to be anything else, was a betrayal to the name - whether that was Jhansi ki Rani or Vorkosigan. So she hovers on the edge of leaving, edge of something else, lips parting on something softly, before it resolve first in her eyes, then her hand as it sweeps before her, then in words.

"As long as I am here, I shall serve you first, in all things, my lady. Only ask of me, and I will do what I am able."