The knot of worry in the pit of her stomach loosened a little at his reaction to her suggestion. Allowing herself to be pulled in, Feb snuggled into him, closing her eyes for a moment, taking some comfort in his words. For somebody as confident as she liked to pretend she was, when she was this far out of her realm of normal, she started to get a little hesitant herself. She wanted this; she wanted to be his wife, had already agreed to it previously, even if it had finally come about unexpectedly.

"I just don't want to be... a burden." She admitted in a whisper, brown eyes meeting his cautiously. She'd finally come up with the right word for that nameless worry she couldn't quite squash. Without being able to get everything squared away first like they'd wanted, she almost felt like they were starting off on a low note and it was putting a sour taste in her mouth. This really wasn't how she wanted to start their marriage.