You're not perfect, Mo Stór, and it's not like you didn't have a million other things on your mind.

[Diarmuid still doesn't understand completely what is going on, but it's obvious this is something to do with Waver's powers from the way his partner keeps rubbing at his shoulder where his crest is. However much he wants to understand, Diarmuid knows that Waver will be more comfortable and probably more willing to be honest in the privacy of his room where no one will walk in and hear what he doesn't want them to hear. His questions can wait a short while longer.]

Don't be so hard on yourself over this. Here we are...

[He shifts Waver slightly so that he can open the door to the room and then goes inside.]