[It's the laugh that ultimately gets through to her, makes her stop a moment and slowly come back to her senses. He's certainly not acting like the hound of death would, and almost as an afterthought, she takes note of his bare feet surrounded by white snow. Bare feet...]
Are--are you Nigel?
[And her cheeks go red in an instant, the pendant slowly falling from her relaxing fingers.]
I'm so sorry, I...so very sorry, you just--startled me, pardon, are you...you're Nigel?
you cannot map the ways of divinity;
Are--are you Nigel?
[And her cheeks go red in an instant, the pendant slowly falling from her relaxing fingers.]
I'm so sorry, I...so very sorry, you just--startled me, pardon, are you...you're Nigel?