Peace, Diarmuid, I was only thinking of the two of you fighting back to back. [She pauses, mischief lighting up her eyes.] Or perhaps a wrestling match.

[The mischief fades into a look of fondness.]

Ah, my brave hawk, how is it that no matter what has happened, you never fail to lift my spirits?

[Perhaps 'spirits' was a bad word to say. Her face falls a little.]

Well... I should leave you in peace, and let you carry out your tasks. I will not trouble you with silly matters any further today.