[ Diarmuid is perceptive to happiness; it's so often that it eludes people, and thus he sees fit to find it when he can, protect it when he can. upon his honor (a word that'll crop up obnoxiously often with this guy), he'll make sure he doesn't do anything to sidetrack anyone else's hard-earned peace.

in other words: please don't let him being here ruin a good thing for Rin. if his second shot at life won't let him fight for someone he serves, then at least let him make sure that he doesn't let it end in catastrophe. ]

That would depend on the nature of your whims. I wouldn't reveal yourself to be too unreasonable too quickly, Miss Tohsaka.

[ a gentle verbal rib, before he glances down at the hand being proffered. it may be just a hand to her, but let it be known that he has reason to Think Very Deeply about gestures like these.........

...ultimately, he settles on a middle ground. lacing fingers is too much for him at the moment (cue the audience groan track), but he knows how people subsist here on Chroma, so—

—compromise. a bit of maneuvering, and he's finagling it so that Rin's fingers are settling on his crooked forearm. like this, they're elbow-to-elbow: yes, like a knight escorting a princess.

Diarmuid is embarrassing, text it. ]

Walk where you please, then. I'll see to it that you return to your quarters safely once you're satisfied.