Like a good host, Vanyel rose from the grooms' table to go around and say hello and mingle some during the dinner portion. He used to be a lord's son, but not anymore, and besides - these were his friends, not strangers.

"Simon, you came," he beamed at the other medic, giving him a warm hug. Normally he might not, but he was so full of joyous feeling this day it was about all he could do. Hug and smile and glow.