It's good that Diarmuid knows how to interpret worried kitten, yessir.

"Sleeping?", Kit repeated, only somewhat less concerned than before. Diarmuid didn't seem worried, and he apparently knew what was going on, bit still...

Kit willingly took his hand, nodding. "Alright," she said. She didn't know where this 'hospital' was, and so was glad Diarmuid did.

"He will wake up eventually though, right?", Kit said as they walked. "This kind of sleeping is just for a long time, not forever?"