A final twirl of his flute between his fingers and Nicholas drops it unceremoniously into his pocket - a makeshift sheath for the weapon it's become. The fact that this wasn't carried out with malice or by request changes nothing - though a return to his former 'good' deeds is a welcome change of pace. Nostalgic, even, by the twinge above his ribcage.

The children are in Neverland now; he's seen to it himself, though he was back through the whirlpool before he could ensure that Peter got to them before the pirates. He rocks forward on his feet, once more acclimating himself to the feel of the solid ground and soft grass before he turns on his heel and marches forward and -

Peers at her. Whether she was with the original group, he can't remember, but a child of the village, alone in these surrounding? Or lack thereof?

"Did I forget you?" Nicholas asks, and it comes out as more of a mutter. His hand reaches into his pocket again, fingertips on the pipe immediately.