[ Her fingers shake despite the warmth - the warmth of a soft blanket, of a strong arm around her. Her life truly hasn't been so pampered that she should need to lean against any man for support but this is different; it's not a fight, it's a matter much deeper and personal and he can relate to some extent. And she feels safe, safer like this than if she were alone right now, allowed to act on impulse yet again. ]

[ She feels her shoulders hunch, curling further into her small metaphorical coccoon when he speaks. Diarmuid radiates warmth, and he speaks wise words. And it's strange - almost nostalgic to simply be the one to listen to unexpected advice. ]

You're too kind for your own good. [ She isn't chastising him - not at all. Her tone of voice sounds almost breathless for an instant but she allows herself a soft sigh, leaning further against him despite herself. ] But I cannot - will not - argue these points with you because - I- I know. I know it to be true despite how I wish it wasn't.

[ She pauses for just a moment, hitching in a deep breath. ]

I was never one to take the easy route but I also never expected to be in this situation. I know how I acted must seem wrong to some - to Caesar especially - and I... I don't know. But I do know that I want to understand him too. When he's ready. [ If he ever is. But would he truly hate her forever? ] And I know all of this will take time and the wounds are all too fresh. I just wish... Truly, I just wish things would not be so hurtful for everyone involved.