[Diarmuid tightens his hold on her for a moment and then shifts his hands so he can rub at her arms in an attempt to comfort her.]

Don't worry. Together there is nothing we can't figure out and this place is much like home. I have a feeling that will work in our favor.

[There are so many things he wants to ask her. How is everyone at home? What happened after his death? Are the children okay? What of her? However, this isn't the time or place, especially with how uneasy she already is about their current situation.]

Have you talked to many others?