Thank you. I do try to be a good student...

[Diarmuid falls silent for a moment and then suddenly, there is a slight shift in the air. Instead of being on his perch in Caer Glaem, Diarmuid is standing near the edge of the bath. He clicks his locket closed and then crouches down near the golden king, reaching out to run his fingers through that long golden hair.]

I know you will take good care of them. You always take such good care of me.