"Oh..." Diarmuid takes the pot and focuses on drying it for a while before continuing. "I guess you are right. I can't take care of people very well if I am hurt, can I?" Without waiting for a response, Diarmuid takes the pan over to the table and sets it next to the plate, before again returning to the sink. As he returns, though, he yawns, before holding out his hands for the next dish.