[ In the wasteland of his death, it's the plaintive call that beckons him; a lonely cry, a desire to live. It's a desperate need, a summons that fills the empty cavity in his chest and gives him purpose again, in that indefinite space that he wanders between existence and nonexistence.
He feels her reach for him, and he, with closed eyes and deference, returns the gesture.
If you would allow it, I will grant you your wish.
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He's prepared to explain, should it be asked of him.
Protecting his liege is, of course, the duty of a knight, but there's still the principle of the thing; rummaging inside his Master's pockets, for any reason, is still an invasion of privacy, and Diarmuid is prepared to apologize for any offense his actions may cause.
On top of that, his audacity to warm the house and use its tools could possibly be an offense on its own, but he's taken it upon himself to do so: a pot of tea is brewing in the next room, simmering on low heat to avoid whistling. Maybe he's done too much, how embarrassing... A knight's job isn't to play nanny, after all.
He stands straighter on his resting point against the wall when he hears Ai Thao groan, heels turning on wooden floorboards as he moves to face her properly. Look at this guy, he tries so hard. ]
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He feels her reach for him, and he, with closed eyes and deference, returns the gesture.
If you would allow it, I will grant you your wish.
He's prepared to explain, should it be asked of him.
Protecting his liege is, of course, the duty of a knight, but there's still the principle of the thing; rummaging inside his Master's pockets, for any reason, is still an invasion of privacy, and Diarmuid is prepared to apologize for any offense his actions may cause.
On top of that, his audacity to warm the house and use its tools could possibly be an offense on its own, but he's taken it upon himself to do so: a pot of tea is brewing in the next room, simmering on low heat to avoid whistling. Maybe he's done too much, how embarrassing... A knight's job isn't to play nanny, after all.
He stands straighter on his resting point against the wall when he hears Ai Thao groan, heels turning on wooden floorboards as he moves to face her properly. Look at this guy, he tries so hard. ]
...Master. How are you feeling?