[Diarmuid almost scolds him for reacting that way, but in the end, just gives him a gentle smile instead. For a moment, his hand reaches out to give Waver's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.]
My mistake. Shall we continue?
[His hand drops away and then he starts walking again, talking once more about how the glamour gives things taste and appearance.]
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My mistake. Shall we continue?
[His hand drops away and then he starts walking again, talking once more about how the glamour gives things taste and appearance.]