Warm fingers were felt upon her wrist suddenly sending a chill moving down her spine, it was only Marguerite after all, who else would it be. A slight nod was given to the words spoken and nothing came from her lips in reply. Many others might have been angered at that fact but it was just her nature, never to speak, or do anything unless passion was felt behind it.<br/><br/>The voice of the Priestess was heard so she turned to face Marguerite silently. They were to speak words from the heart and she was going to let the other bride go first after her hands found the others. Lower lip was bitten down upon slightly while making a point of not looking to anyone else from that moment forward, she knew that Marg might be able to feel the slight shaking of her hands but it couldn't be helped.