[Dear Loporrits, this is important. Venat smiles serenely, folding her arms with utter confidence in the argument she is about to make.]

My love, I make no pretense of being less than skilled, capable, and powerful in combat. You yourself know that well. Yet I beg you to consider how very many people care about you here, intensely and fiercely. And having so considered, I then ask you how even I would survive their wrath, were they to discover I knew such a thing and kept it from them.

[Though having so opined, and not even half in jest, she softens a slight bit.]

Though if you explained a preference to make no great outcry over the day, I've no doubt they would respect it, as far as they are capable of.