#reginald 02

It truly is a shame to have to stoop this low. She never would’ve contemplated this a few years ago. No, this sort of information would’ve been handed to her on a silver platter by the very sort of power that made her the Witch of the Century. But those useful visions are gone, it seems, and she is no longer that. Took it all for granted. That thought brings about a huff, as does the trek to Reginald’s entryway. Well. Now or never. Nina gives a crisp knock then steps back from the door, hoping her smile seems genuinely apologetic when it opens. “Reginald. Good to see you.” Is it, though? Probably not for him, and she should amend that before she goes asking for favors. “First and foremost, please let me apologize on behalf of my brother. An altercation like that is... unlike him. I’m very sorry.” Noor certainly isn’t sorry, and truly, Nina isn’t, either. But she is a woman of certain decorum and also not so foolish as to try and ask for a favor without apologizing for what he’d suffered thanks to her brother. “I’ve a bit of a favor to ask, actually, about that alliance of sorts that you offered me a few months ago.” A beat, and then she tries for a jest, though it could be ill-received: “Shall I come in, then? Or would you prefer to keep your distance?”