"All of the curses in this place are silly," Nigel offers, his voice closer than it was a moment ago. "Except for those that are tragic. But those are the only variety."

There is a touch on Rosella's elbow -- light and uninvited, but otherwise polite. Nigel's fingertips offering the barest hint of support, an unspoken reminder that I am here, and I will catch you should you slip. This, of course, requires Nigel to be standing directly behind Rosella in order to accomplish. Not so close as to be properly rude, simply hedging along the borders of it. "Had you called Saya as well?"