[ Nigel turns his head slightly to watch Rosella has she goes about braiding the second half of his hair. Unlike the staring of a moment ago, this time the look in his eyes is different; it is not flatly unnerving or openly predatory. Just quiet inquisitiveness, something akin to boyishness which slips from his expression when he finally looks away. He's silent for a while before saying: ]
Re: action;
My father killed her.