[Quickly putting the book he'd been holding back on the shelf--that was something to unpack approximately never--he approached with a gentle hand on the knight's forearm. The same unconscious gesture he'd done a dozen times, a light touch grounding the pair of them when things began to prove troubling.]
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[Quickly putting the book he'd been holding back on the shelf--that was something to unpack approximately never--he approached with a gentle hand on the knight's forearm. The same unconscious gesture he'd done a dozen times, a light touch grounding the pair of them when things began to prove troubling.]
Diarmuid, what is it? What's wrong?