[Rose hasn’t known Diarmuid particularly long, but she’s known him long enough to know his usual disposition might as well be that of someone out of a romance novel.]
[Which is to say, when he’s distressed, it’s apparent. To her, anyway. As far as she can remember (which is not much) he hadn’t even lost his composure during the raid. So what could cause him to lose it now?]
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[Which is to say, when he’s distressed, it’s apparent. To her, anyway. As far as she can remember (which is not much) he hadn’t even lost his composure during the raid. So what could cause him to lose it now?]
[She is concerned.]
Diarmuid, is aught amiss?