Were she not at least vaguely aware that they weren't entirely alone her tongue would be down his throat and her hands shucking off his layers of clothing, but Vex controls herself. See, she's got this Lady thing down. And she supposes ladies don't weep at their own wedding, but the joy and love she feels is so overwhelming. It's threatening to come out of her eyes.

But if anyone is deserving to see her so vulnerable, it's Percy. Her husband. Vex smiles against the palm of his hand, her own coming to cover his and give a squeeze as she composes herself with a breath.

"Get to work, then," she says, the words lacking all bite and full of warmth. She presses the necklace back into his hand and turns so that he doesn't have to deal with moving behind her.

It gives her a moment to quickly wipe at her eyes.