Heaving a long, slow sigh, Febs watched the paper curl up and disintegrate in the fire for another quiet moment. She really didn't care what other people thought, she never had. She'd stared down her own mother yesterday for crying out out and Febs did care about what her mother thought of her. She hoped their relationship wasn't damaged beyond repair; that in time Rose would see the marriage in full, that Febs was happy, but she knew it would take a while. A long while.

Gathering her thoughts, she traipsed back toward her husband softly, stopping just in front of him. She really didn't want to fight about this and could understand the source of his worry, but there was only one thing that would change her mind on this marriage. "I will be fine," Febs was firmly of the opinion that anyone who mattered her life would (eventually) stick with her. It wasn't as if she had been some adored debutante, some fabulous society woman, to begin with.

All she wanted to do was curl up in his lap, but she needed to see his face when she asked this. "Will you? Can you handle it?" Febs brushed her fingers against his cheek gently. He would be under a lot of scrutiny at work and she knew that mattered. If it was going to be too much for him, she'd have to back down. "Do you want an annulment?" She asked quietly, even though she wasn't prepared for an answer.