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"I didn't—this was your—and I went along with—!"

Her squawk of indignation was both interrupted and dulled by Elliot and his very persistent lips (or was it snout?). It had been very difficult work not to giggle every time he'd advanced on her whilst they were getting ready, excepting a cold, wet nose to bump her cheek instead of very human lips.

Elsie tugged at the hem of her cloak, green eyes very anxious as she looked up at Elliot's face, trying to ascertain if this was okay, if he was nervous, if she'd perhaps done something wrong. The honeymoon had been brief—very brief—but it was by no means over, yet. Even though it felt as though she'd been married to him much, much longer than she really had been, she still thought that there were many things unspoken between them, perhaps problems that they had avoided facing.

Or perhaps she was scared that blissful married life couldn't last this long, so she might as well walk on eggshells whilst it lasted, perhaps to soften the blow when it did end. Elsie already knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

But that was for another time. Tonight, everything would be all right. She slid her hand down his arm, curling it around his own, giving it a squeeze.