Truth be told, Diarmuid has been disturbed by a lot of things in this place. Some things logical — some not as logical. But regardless of his sensitive nature, there's no denying that something sinister lurks beneath or within the manor that cannot be ignored. Something that aims to gnaw at them, torment people with unwanted visions or summoned claws, fur, teeth...

He grips the man's hands more tightly, hoping to ground him.

"I know. Breathe, mo chara. What you feel and fear, it will not last forever." Diarmuid knows how it feels. He has awoken from sleep with his chest seized up and the memory of home tearing at his insides. He keeps them moving further and further from the crowd. "Where would you find comfort?"