Felix tsks at Jim and reaches out an arm to twine with the captain's. "You never missed a step, Jim. Which is impressive considering how many there were." He grins at Runa and her shy husband. "It wasn't quite in the league of a Durant celebration, but you know what traditions are like. With eight gods, one saint and colorful local customs, they do pile up."

So saying, he'll happily hold his hand out for Runa to inspect the simple wedding bands. More precious than the gold is the divine blessing bound into them, the touch of Mara to keep them both a little safer. "It's good to see you both- I presume that means Isidor won't be far away, either...?"