As Nigel listens to Arlia, he realizes that she was right. The last thing Sarah would want would be people dying for her, whether they were seeking vengeance or if they were the ones who had a hand in her death. Sniffling, Nigel says nothing. Instead, he pulls Arlia as close as he could and presses his lips against hers in a passionate, loving kiss. Minutes pass until he finally breaks away, breathing heavily, but smiling, as well. "You're right, my love," he whispers, touching his forehead to hers. "I'm lucky to have you to guide me through my grief. Without you, I would have done something stupid, by now."