Magne is, reasonably, overwhelmed by the amount of news and confirmation that she's receiving right in this moment, for things that she's only really considered as potential futures with nothing really taking her one way or the other outside of building her life here. Now, it's all starkly real.

She reaches to take Violeta's hands and give them a gentle squeeze, the width and strength of them fairly dwarfing the older woman's. "Thank you. And...please take care of me, okaasan. I'm still new to being just a normal person." Her tone is half joking, but there is some strain there, and the prick of tears to follow.