Diarmuid frowns, not very happy with their explanations. He might not be able to tell exactly what is going on, but the forced pleasantness reminds him too much of when that man who calls himself his father but isn't comes to visit. Needless to say, he doesn't like it.

"If you were friends, you should be nice to each other. There is nothing complicated about that!" He's too young now, of course, to understand how complicated relationships can be, though he will well understand once he is older, "We were all brought her to help the people in the city. We need to work together to do that!"