Jas has had rude awakenings before, but she's never been thrown over someone's shoulder and then tossed into a steaming bath without even a warning or a how do you do. She breaks the surface, coughing and sputtering much to the guard's amusement. With a growl, she climbs out of the tub and decks him, watching in satisfaction as he topples over. At the commotion, Gisborne comes into the room, bare-chested and half-asleep.

"I'm gonna kill someone," Jas gasps, holding her arms away from her body as the water dripped off of her. Guy had an expression of complete shock on his face, the same one Jas had when her cousin used a modified cattle prod on Dash that caused her twin to jump three feet in the air. Grumbling under her breath, Jas pulls off the ruined clothes and changes into a lilac dress with a nice pair of white heels. "You need something or are you just enjoying the view?"

"I'm getting married today," he states, looking at Jas as though expecting to see the same bewilderment on her face.

"The grass is green and Tug doesn't like Bassy," Jas returns as they move down the stairs and into the kitchen, a servant handing her a cup of coffee. Guy just gives her a dry look and she shrugs. "What? Are we not pointing out the obvious?"

"You could at least pretend to be excited." Jas gives him a peppy smile and starts talking in a Valley Girl accent.

"Like, oh my gawd, you're totally getting married toda—" She drops it with a shake of her head. "Yeah, sorry, I can't be excited before six in the morning, Gilly. Come talk to me around noon or so and we'll be in business." He takes her cup and drinks from it before handing it back to her. "What time are we going to check over the church?"

"I've already been. I'm just here now to get changed and to wake you up."

"Well, your guard did a good job of waking me up." She used her magic to dry and style her hair for that morning. The black curls hanging down her back loosely. "Come on, let's get you dressed before you catch a cold." And before I run into a wall because I was looking at your abs.

"I'll have the idiot fired for that, don't worry." She wasn't worried, but her stomach was churning as she realized just how close the wedding was. Just an hour or so from now and she'd be witnessing Gisborne's lips on another woman's. Maybe I should just go back to Hell and find a job there.

In Gisborne's room, he pulls on his usual clothing and brushes his hair quickly, his hands shaking as he buttons up his leather jerkin. She leans against one of his bedposts, watching him as he begins to pace. "Maybe you could wear something lighter for today?" She moves to his wardrobe and digs around, finding nothing useful except for a bit a chainmail that clasps around his neck, a dark red instead of his usual yellow. "Here, this'll work."

Gisborne seems not to hear her, too worked up to realize she had rooted around. Jas tries to lay a supportive hand on Gisborne's shoulder as he continues to pace his bedroom, still worrying about the morning to come. She's never seen him this anxious before, chewing his thumbnail and running the fingers of his other hand through his hair, mussing the thick locks.

"I can't do this by myself, Took," he murmurs from around his thumb, shaking his head with another grumble. "What's the point of it all? I have no family to share with Marian."

"I'm gonna ignore you just said that," Jas states with a dry look, forcing him to sit on the edge of his bed while she stood in front of him.

"I've not had enough time to plan everything out to the last detail and I'll have no support for the actual event—"

"You have my support all the way through your wedding, Gilbert, but if the Rains of Castamere starts playing, I'm out." He arches a brow at that and she gestures towards the doorway. "I'll be moving at the speed of light; cha-cha real smooth right the fuck outta that church."

"What am I doing?" She moves to sit behind him, replacing the yellow mail with the red one and carefully clasping it shut, letting her hands rest on his shoulders afterwards. She didn't want to let go of him, an urge to claim him as her own nearly overpowering her common sense. He's not mine and he never has been, so grow a set. Gisborne's heart is in Marian's hands right now.

"You're going to marry a beautiful woman that you love." He goes tense under her hands for a moment, then turns so he can see her, her hands dropping to her lap. His pale eyes don't meet hers for a bit, then they lock and she gasps at the intensity there; it was like he had her shackled in place, unable to move under that gaze.

"What's my favorite fruit?"

"Y-You prefer vegetables to fruit. Did you hit your head this morning and can't remember or…?"

"What's my favorite thing to do in the evenings?"

"Read by the fire downstairs or play a game." She shrugs, not seeing a point to any of these questions. If they helped to calm him down, then she'd go along with it for as long as he wanted.

"Wh-What about my childhood pet?"

"A small puppy you and your sister rescued, all black with a white tail, and you named her Daisy." He closes his eyes, reaching out blindly and grasping her hands in his. It was like he was holding on for dear life, his breaths little more than gasps.

"Tell me I'm doing the right thing in marrying Marian."

"I can't." He looks up and she knows he can see the tears gathering in her eyes. "Only you can make that decision, Gilly. I'll meet you at the church." She rises from the bed, hesitating a moment before bending down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I hope you figure out what you need to."