Shaking her head, Arlia gathered all the courage she had and looked up at Nigel, not at all scared by his demonic form. She gently caressed his cheek with one hand and placed another on his burning arm, the warmth radiating from the fire bringing a strangely calming wave upon her. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault. I should've been more honest about that bastard instead of hiding it from you... He had taken so many things from me... My life, my sister, and my dignity. I didn't want you to find out about this... shameful side of mine. To think that my own father has been treating me as a vent for his carnal lust and I never have the bravery or power to stand up to him... I feel so dirty and unworthy."