The poor thing. I am glad he has you to be his family now. I am sure you will take good care of him.

[The scent of tea drift to Diarmuid's nose as he responds letting him know it is ready. Soon, he is pouring two cups, one for Chari and one for himself, before settling into a seat near her.]

I thought you said you weren't suppose to talk about it. I don't want you to get into trouble too.