She'd never been to a wedding. Couldn't think, offhand, of anyone she'd known who was actually married. She knew people who were separated, by divorce or by death or both, but none she could think of that were actively married. Maybe some of the soldiers had been, but she hadn't known them well enough to know. Probably people still got married after cordyceps, some few daring it.

But this was still the first one she'd been to, and it was strange. Not bad strange, and not the ceremony, just the fact of it. She'd worn a dress for the first time in she didn't know how long, because it seemed appropriate. She had, however, stuck with a solid pair of boots, in case she needed to run anywhere. You never knew.

She didn't really know what you did at weddings. Ate, she guessed, and she wasn't going to turn down food, ever. Talked, possibly? She'd thought of inviting Riley, but it had seemed too loaded, not with everything messed up the way it was, the way she'd messed it up. So instead she swayed about, eying the happy occasion. It was nice, though.