I... I can put on the veil myself.

[The touch of his fingers near her hair is... a lot right now, and she tries to tug the long, thick fabric away from him.]

They won't. They don't know what she looks like. Just that the bride was supposed to be one of the richest people on Latrommi.

[She swings the veil up over herself again, shuffling it around, but she pauses just short of letting it fall over her face.]

... But you'd do that?