The captain of her guard looks particularly lethal, but no one else seems to notice as they make their way back down the aisle and out of the room. She says nothing, but keeps a fairly decent grip on his arm until they're out of the room and the doors are shut behind them, giving them just a moments reprieve in a separate waiting area while the guests mill about and make their own transportation arrangements. There are, of course, a handful of guards to watch over them, but moreso to keep well wishers and paparazzi away while the couple basks in their freshly married status.

It's quiet, of course, in the little gazebo as they wait for their ride, but her head is swimming in a rush. "Right... cake and things."

Had that just happened??? They were... really were...