[Lancelot releases Cecil's hand gently. When held it, he could feel the trip of her pulse, see her flush-- everything about her seeming vivid in the moment. Betimes, his own illusions serve to distance him further from himself, from life. But the grin on Cu Chulainn's face is a real enough thing, grounding and encouraging. He smiles fondly on them both.]

I'm better today than I have been-- and even better now that friends have come to see me.

[He-- Diarmuid-- flushes a little himself at Cu Chulainn's words.]

I have, brother. Even if I hadn't, I wouldn't need for you to leave us alone for that.