A vague statement, but enough to evoke memories of pretty little thing that couldn't be bothered to fend for herself. Obligated to stay inside her circle or stay inside Ravana's palatial prison. Yes, the face was falling into place now.
"It isn't strange for you to finally be the one taking fucking responsibility, mm?" Surpanakha resented that. Sita had never known a fucking thing about what reality entailed or about standing alone. She was a princess, yes, but she'd never been born to rule. Were it not for the wretchedly pretty face, Surpanakha thought, the little bitch would not have amounted to a damned thing.