“Already” Deamon stared depressed as Diarmuid stood by counter checking out of the rooms before they could begin their journey. “Wish you could stay a little longer” Deamon noted sadly – Diarmuid was one that almost never left his fortress and she wondered if she’d ever get to see him again. The fay prince on the other hand was in his own world, he felt a throbbing pain at the back of his head and he couldn’t understand why…. He couldn’t even sense the presence of his little fays… All these were really strange.
“You okay?” she reached out her hand and placed in against his forehead, she could tell by his expression that something was wrong… retrieving her hand from his head, she stared at him awaiting his reply. “Well?” she asked again as he took too long to answer her question. Diarmuid
