[Diarmuid lays in his bed and does not leave since his initial message, too tired to retrieve his cloak and travel this morning as he's done every day since arriving — he had left his rust-colored towels beside a murky tub of now cold water... but the sound of Gwen's message pinging in forces his eyes open, and he looks at the screen with a breath of relief.]
I left a lanturn for them. I shall_
rest a bit mor; rest ashured, I am okay. What of your self? Please say that you are safe now.
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I left a lanturn for them.
I shall_
rest a bit mor; rest ashured, I am okay.
What of your self? Please say that you are safe now.