Nigel watches as Arlia pleads with her dead father and gently wraps his arms around her. "Shh," he whispers, rubbing his love's back. "It's okay, Arlia. He can't hurt you anymore. I'm here, my love. I won't let anything happen to you." That said, he gently pecks her forehead, running his fingers through her hair as he does his best to calm her down.