(They’re literally getting tied together, with a pretty green piece of fabric.)
There were buttons and bubbles and hugs and laughter and blisters from uncomfortable shoes. There was good food and good people and hijinks and dancing.
There was a cake with a map of Westeros, that also had a Narwhal, because nobody ever said those didn’t live there…
There was a late-night caravan past fields sparking with fireflies; and the collapse of people into a mess of nostalgia, in a tiny hotel room overflowing with people.