General Grumman may be a sentimental old man, but he still knows better. If there will be a wedding dress, it will be crisp and neat, not gauzy and overflowing with lace. The hands that hold the bouquet will be rock steady, not trembling with emotion. The feet walking down the aisle will have a controlled snap instead of an eager glide.
It's not what he wanted for her, this life. He's had his fill of battle, commanded and lost his share of men. Grandfathers should want different things for their grandchildren, shouldn't they?
But she treads this world with a snap in her step, holds a weapon with a steady hand and wears the uniform of her choosing.
It is a peculiar mix of pride and regret that he would not trade for anything.