[ Nigel blinks, his eyes feel wet but he's not crying -- no, he hasn't done that since he was a child -- and his face feels flushed with something like exertion. Feelings did that to him, sometimes, made him feel as if he'd just run up and down a very steep flight of stairs. Winded, he looks away again and lowers his head, a hand coming up to touch the end of the unfinished braid. ]
You remind me of her so very much at times. [ Not good for you, Rosella, Nigel knows. Not good at all.
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You remind me of her so very much at times. [ Not good for you, Rosella, Nigel knows. Not good at all.
He looks at her again. ] Don't be afraid.