Waver... [Though not fully aware of what Waver implied, or perhaps he didn't want to consider it, what was clear was that he was stressed about this. From his meticulous word choice to that grip on his cane.

Whatever this was, all Waver seemed to care about was what Diarmuid thought. That combined with the sheer nerves on display made him reach for Waver's hand to steady it. Steady some, any of his Master's nerves.

Maybe he was emboldened by the reminder of that last Command Seal's use, maybe he was just comfortable enough to do this. But he gave that hand a light squeeze.]

Say what you need to.... It's alright, you do not need to worry with me. I want to know what you have to say.