Teren smirks faintly, pleased by her handiwork, pressing as long as it takes for Lakshmi's cries to dwindle once more. Then, without ceremony, she removes her hand and stands (however much resistance it takes to free herself from the grip on her head), wiping her fingers on a cloth at the wash basin.
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Teren smirks faintly, pleased by her handiwork, pressing as long as it takes for Lakshmi's cries to dwindle once more. Then, without ceremony, she removes her hand and stands (however much resistance it takes to free herself from the grip on her head), wiping her fingers on a cloth at the wash basin.