Nigel smiles and wraps his arm around Arlia's shoulders, taking her hand in his, as well, saying, "It's alright, love. I'm just glad you seem to be making yourself at home." A few minutes later, Sarah walks in and sets down a tray, on which sits three cups of tea. "I hope you like Earl Grey," she says. "It's the only kind my brother and I drink, although I have some peppermint tea, in case you'd rather have that."