"Oh!" Thom called out in surprise as the bride lurched from the window, a flurry of white. This bought of excitement had entirely stolen his attention away from what they had been talking about a moment ago, so much so that he barely registered her quiet statement at all. He rose quickly from his chair and nearly spilled his drink in his excitement, but it turned out not to be quite as alarming as it first appeared. The white blur halted and settled into a dress form once again, and he realized that she hadn't flung herself out to her doom, but only to the trellis that lead from her window to the ground, allowing trailing vines to creep up the side of the house.

"Oh, no, look, she's climbing," he exclaimed, gesturing. "What do you think she hopes to accomplish with that? Surely whoever's outside her door will reach the bottom before she does. That dress doesn't look particularly well-suited to scaling walls."