Not here. There are still monsters wandering around. We need to get you back to your room before you sleep.

[As he speaks, Diarmuid dematerializes the top of his armor so that he can look at what is left of his wound. He doesn't stop to think about what he's doing or how either of the other people in the room might react to his scars--the jagged one across his stomach and the disturbingly round one over his heart and the identical round one directly behind his heart on his back--because he is more interested in seeing if his wound needs any more care.

Once he clears away some of the blood, he raises an impressed eyebrow. Waver's quick burst of healing had closed the wound completely. He can still see a mark which will likely form a light scar, but will require no stitches.]

He's better than he gives himself credit for...