He smiled, just slightly. "Good." He knew just how she felt. Did she feel that same lifting of dread, now it couldn't be taken back? Was it as much of a comfort to her that it was done, and in the past? He suspected it might be. What happened now, happened. They had both made their choice. "Me too."

He continued on up the stairs for a few moments before asking the next question, a less predictable one. "I plan to pick up my gunbelts. If it comes to it, can you slap leather from that dress?"