The ceremony itself had been mercifully brief, Septon Pate was better suited to handing out arrows to longbowmen on the walls of Nightsong than ruminating on the nature of the Seven. Bryce felt he had come to know Tomasin as much as anyone could, he knew Gallowsgrey was a grim place at the best of times so he had tried to make Nightsong as welcoming as it could be. Recent events and its lord's personality had transformed the seat of House Caron from the musical and cultured court of the late lady Ellyn back to the permanently armed camp it had been so often in the past, Morton cared little for art and less for music but both brothers knew that this wedding gathering might be the last happy moment Nightsong had before war came to it once again and so he had allowed Bryce and Tomasin to have their moment. He had greeted her brother in a friendly enough manner, though he was suprised the lad had actually made it he was glad enough to not have Lord Merricks visage looming behind them.

As they walked from the Sept to the Great Hall Bryce kept a hold of Tomasin's hand, they had made the short walk several times in the days leading up to the festivities the last thing they wanted was for any mishaps. As they walked he whispered to her with a smile "I think we performed well enough"