Gisborne was staring into the flames with an expression of absolute worry on his face, something Jas wasn't accustomed to seeing there. "What if we're not ready for this?" Jas rolls her eyes and sits up in her chair.

"Give me your feet," she demands, gesturing for him to hurry up when he just stares at her. Biting his lip, he lifts one bare foot and rests it on one of her knees, brows knitting together when she takes it in her hands and gives a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, interesting."

"What? What is it, Took?" She makes a show of inspecting his foot, running the tip of one finger up the sole to make his toes wiggle from the tickle. After a moment and some more noises of interest she rests a hand on his ankle and meets his worried gaze.

"Just what I thought, that's all; warmest feet I've ever had the pleasure of feeling." He looked confused and a bit miffed now, like she had wasted his precious time. "They're not cold, so obviously you're not having second thoughts, hon. Now, what's eating at you tonight apart from the little white lie about King Richie?"

"What if she won't have me?" The gentle smile that had been growing is swiftly replaced by a frown, Jas watching as Gisborne's blue eyes focus back on the fire. He looks paler than usual and she could see a slight tremor of nerves in his hands. She didn't like it one little bit. "What if she changes her mind?"

"I'm sure Marian wouldn't be cruel enough to do that." She left out the whole she loves you, bro speech because the idiot's in love with the outlaw, but Jas couldn't leave him down here to brood. "Look, you are going to get up in the morning and dress in your finest clothes, you are going to drag my lazy ass out of bed and bitch at me until I'm decent, and then we're going to that church to inspect every small, insignificant detail together. Do you know what'll happen after that?"

"Marian will become my wife….?" He seemed so unsure and it tugged at her heart, cold and tiny though it is.

"That's right."

"What if she doesn't, though?"

"If she dumps you before the wedding, then I'll personally slap the white right off of her." I still might if I'm around too long after the marriage. He lets out a shocked laugh at that, cerulean eyes gleaming in amusement as he finally looks back at Jas. "I'll make you a bet if you're so worried: If everything goes right tomorrow, then you can't be unhappy for an entire week."

"Two days."

"Don't you argue with me, boy." She gives him her best Mom look and he gets the hint not to mess with her. "And if there's some sort of unforeseen hitch, then I can't call you Gilbert for a week." He takes a minute to think the deal over before giving a nod and leaning forward to shake her hand. "Feel better now?"

"Much." She nods and shoves his foot off her lap, standing up before she crosses the room. She got all the way to the stairs before Gisborne calls out to her. "You know how hard it is for me to express my thanks, don't you?" With one hand on the handrail, she looks at him over her shoulder and winks.

"You can thank me by having a good time tomorrow. Oh, Gilly? Get to bed soon because you don't want to look like absolute shit on your wedding day. Dark circles and a grouchy attitude aren't memories you want for the special occasion."

"Goodnight, Took."

"Quick question, are you sure I can't wear my jammies tomorrow?" The look he sends her is all she needs to know. "Right, stupid question, of course I can't."