[From Neuvillette's perspective it had been an absolutely insane couple of days. So much so that he'd found himself a little surprised the past day or so that a million things weren't happening.

Neuvillette lets his hand lower to his side, still looking at the statue, the almost blank expression, like something had caught her a little unaware but hadn't gone far enough to startle her, in silent, soft gasp dying on marble lips.]

If it is a statue... I must admit, the scaling is exact. [There are even incredibly delicate looking stone eyelashes.] This is beyond any power I'm familiar with.

[He tilts his head slightly to glance over his shoulder toward Wriothesley.] What made you suspect that this would be her fate?