The gentle touch of her lips to his own was a soothing balm to his mind.  The hand she hadn't taken rose to wipe at his own cheeks, to make himself as presentable as he could manage, while her fingers secured his hand.<i>Our place.</i>It was strange to think.  They were moving in already.<br/><br/>"I'll-"  He was beginning to say, but Dalton was idling outside the room, leaning somberly against the wall.  "Dalton,"  He said.  "Change of plans.  We're doing a smaller ceremony.  Will you witness us?"  The darker wizard fell into step beside the pair.  "Of course, Case."  He said.  "Where you go, I follow.  the Magister's waiting in the chapel.  D'you want me to fetch him somewhere?"<br/><br/>"On the steps, outside please."  He said, with a glance to his bride for accuracy.  "Thank you, Dalton.  For everything."<br/><br/>The darker wizard threw a faux-salute, and peeled off.<br/><br/>At the very least, he wouldn't have to face the crushing loneliness of the manor tonight.  "And thank you, Evie,"  He said, more privately.  "I don't...  I don't quite have the words to thank you enough."