[There's a similar sound from Diarmuid. Something between a laugh, an exhausted sigh, and something else. Something at the edge of his tone he would not dare speak.
Wouldn't let himself act upon. Not when they've just reestablished this trust. He would not shatter it with the agonizing clamoring of the depths of his heart. Not here.
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Wouldn't let himself act upon. Not when they've just reestablished this trust. He would not shatter it with the agonizing clamoring of the depths of his heart. Not here.
He would simply take Waver's hand.]
Then I ask of you...
[If they were to affirm their trust...]
... Are you my Master? [They would start anew.]