The Bride might be feared by all, but she wasn't feared as much by the Great Leader. He had a healthy respect for her, and sometimes would defer to her, but fear was for lesser people and he was not one of those people. So as she walked down the hall in her white dress, he came out of a small rip in reality to wrap his arms around her, still smelling a little of battle.

"Good morning."

It might not be morning, but it felt that way for him. Then again, what was a fixed time to someone who could hop through various realities like other people change shoes?