[Even though he is the one who asked for the hug, for a moment, Diarmuid tenses almost as if he didn't think she would actually do it. The tension only lasts a moment, though, before draining out of him. He can't quite bring himself to put his arms around her, but he does drop his head against her shoulder and, whether intended or not, starts crying.]

I'm so lost. I don't know what to do. I can't be a knight anymore. I know so much--feel too much--but what else can I be? I've always been a knight! Yet, it seems like every time I try to help, I just make things worse!