Pam was still conflicted about this arrangement. She understood how Eric felt, not from experience so much as knowing what he felt. He was her maker. She could understand why he would feel this way about this woman, somewhat. The witch was useful, more useful than many she had known Eric to take to bed. It made sense to bind her to him, but this was more than that.
She watched those gathered. While he never asked directly, Pam was there as protection as much as to witness. She was there to handle the baby vampire getting a little toothy, or the doctor getting too curious. Eric had warned her about the Frenchman as well as the cowboy. This was a motley wedding party if ever she'd seen one, yet it suited the couple getting married. They were not the norm by any means.
If Eric looked beyond his witch, he'd see that his older progeny would give him the benefit of a slight smile, a soft one that made seem more the woman child than she was. It was almost wistful for just the briefest moments, then it was gone.
Pam settled into the more comfortable trance state to wait and watch. She hadn't exactly checked out. She just simply existed and waited.