Will and Moonette both walked up to the bride and groom who were standing by themselves, speaking in hushed tones.

"Um, excuse me," Will said. "Would it be all right if I spoke to your wife (Will grimaced when he said that) for a bit? You see, I'm her Healer (well, St. Mags did create him, and so that wasn't entirely false), and I just want to follow up on something."

Byron's expression changed to a frown of concern and he knelt before St. Mags. "Are ye ill, lass?"

Mary didn't answer.

Byron turned to Will. "What is it, man? What sickness is troubling my wife?" He reached up and tenderly touched Mary's cheek with his thumb.

St. Mags stood impassively, a bit pale and very quiet. She really could pass for being ill, thought Moonette.