[Diarmuid closes his eyes and leans into the touch. For a moment, he just enjoys how it feels and lets memories wash over him. However, he can only let himself linger for so long. He opens his eyes and then folds the fabric, slipping it into his pocket.]

I should go. I will try to keep in touch with you as much as I can, but if I don't talk to you for a few days, don't worry, all right? I will be back as soon as I can.