He was very thankful the issue of eating meat had been dropped for the moment. He was certain that they would re-visit it in the future, and he was just as certain his attitude about it would not change. He would not consume, but she was more than welcome to.
He quirked a half-smile at her, and wondered if he dared bring up the fact that most brides had mood swings and tantrums on their wedding days. He decided not to, and just inclined his head. "It's understandable; you've been under a lot of pressure and confusion today," was all he said, and when she asked for his help, he flat-out laughed.
"A flower doesn't feel heavy, but when they pile on a whole meadow's worth, they do tend to get weighty. It's one thing that I don't envy you." He made sure both the young animals were out of the way on the floor, and picked up a stray cloth to wipe his hands clean before he sat on the edge of the bed beside her. "If you'd like, I can ask that some buckets be brought in so you can wash your hair after the flowers are out," he offered. "Between us, we'll get them all picked out, but they might leave behind leaves or pieces of blossoms."