Nigel, who was about to sit down, looks at Arlia, and suddenly decides that sitting down didn't really matter. Walking over to Arlia, he gently takes the photo from her, sets it back on the dresser, and wraps his arms around her waist. "I wouldn't worry too much, love," he whispers, resting his forehead against hers. "Now that you're free from your father, you could find her and make up for the lost time." Smiling, he gently caresses her cheek and adds, "Besides, I would love to meet your sister, especially if it makes you happy."