"Don't be," Alexei watched her hand trail down his chest, moving to clutch at her husband's arm. He truly didn't want her to feel guilty for his fate. "You are one of us, in every way," he promised, offering her a smile. He meant every word. They could no more part with their Liz, then he could lop of his arm. He stepped up to the carriage with his family, giving his cousin a smirk. He turned Liz to face him, his large hands gripping her waist as he spun, and lifted her to set her inside the carriage.<br/><br/>Pavel felt the constriction in his chest abate slightly at the sight. Despite Alexei's reassurances, he was still nervous that this would blow up in his face. His own mind was telling him that they would need to take things day by day. And surely, Alexei and Ingrid would have their ups and downs....just as he and his wife did. Stepping up to join his wife, the servant closed the door behind him. Leaning his head out the window, he looked toward Thor and Zephyr, the two most famous war horses in his country. He suspected the soldiers would want to ride.<br/><br/>"We should get going," he pointed out, his voice incredibly gentle. Pavel watched his cousin nod, and move off with his Lieutenant. In one swift move, both men were mounted on their horses. He realized that it had just occured to him that it was amazing that his cousin was not married by now on his own. The man cut an impressive sight, the dark blue regiment uniform, sitting atop such a beautiful black horse. "We're okay," he said softly, leaning back as the carriage began to move. It sounded as if he were trying to convince himself. But even if they weren't, the deed was done, and he couldn't take it back now. Wrapping his arm around his wife, his finger twirled the band on his hand, nervously.