Oh dear. Karen's stomach clenched at the thought of being around so many people. The whispers... gah. She stared off for a long time without answering, but he'd be able to tell she was listening because her shoulders drooped a little here and there. Social gatherings... she had never been a hostess to parties or anything like that. Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed by it all and looked down, wringing her hands, "I..." she was starting to sweat a little, he'd be able to see the dewy droplets on her upper lip as her face paled.

She worried that he wouldn't marry her if she couldn't face the crowd. She swallowed heavily and closed her eyes, starting to tremble. She didn't want him to doubt her, didn't want him to think her a coward, didn't want him to walk away from what they had... But then, this was Lorn. Her Lorn.

He didn't have a mean bone in his body. She would have to trust him to make it alright somehow.