Aye. This summer past, Diarmuid asked if I would be his daughter.

[It didn't feel strange at all either, to accept such a thing from a man who was already dead by her time. Diarmuid had already felt like that to her, so it felt right. The teasing makes her pause, though it's not like back when she first arrived and hadn't heard of such a thing without it being handmaiden rumour. Back then, she would have spluttered and shut the feed off, but instead her head tilts, teasing smile crossing her lips.]

Well I could have told you he flusters easily in public if you'd wanted. You should have seen him when you leaned against him during th' tournament. [A little airily as she waves her hand before she shakes her head.] As long as he's happy, but you might want to be careful, my king. An exchange of gifts an' a formal announcement are all it takes to be married in th' Drabwurld. Or so I've heard.