[Diarmuid blinks, paling slightly when the meaning behind Waver's words hits him. It takes so long to get their real powers back and with time so short and no one knowing what exactly their next actions will trigger...]

We...really can't afford it, can we?

[One of Diarmuid's arms makes its way around Waver's waist, giving him a squeeze. More than most, having their real powers when this all ends is important to them. Their bond might be the only thing that can drag Diarmuid to Waver's world.]

I won't go then... Surely, there will be something we can do up here.

[He hopes so anyway...]

Still, the resemblance is uncanny. If I didn't know better, I was swear she was his daughter and it's not just the looks. There is something about her...aura...

[It's not the right word, but it is the best Diarmuid can do at the moment.]

...that screams Kayneth. I wouldn't believe you if you swore she was a saint. There is just no way...