[ Takes one to know one, and that being said, she was a daughter of a strict order of herself - raised in the court of the Peshwa, the ilk of Bajirao himself. Then to her husband's household where she learned the ways of the Brahamin, a order she learned from girlhood to observe.

She's no stranger to the concern of what is acceptable. ]

I am not sure how I should offer words to you, to speak of what I would do in your place would surely cross your sibling and her husband. [ It's laughing, cut short with a breath of pain as she keeps walking. The momentary curl of her fingers against the material of her clothes in the aftershock. ] Men are close to dying and crave something to hang onto. Not out of cruelty. In my experience, that you know their faults and do not hate them for it, is what they truly crave. Soon enough, after all, they will meet their Gods. You will be their closest consolation in those times.