Diarmuid lifts his eyebrows, impressed. Even with their (mostly) combined effort, defeating Caster had been impossible - and yet here in front of him stood the one woman who had cut him down single-handedly.

'-- while she's still handicapped,' the Irishman reminds himself, shifting a foot to lightly nudge at the golden spear lying in the grass. It comes as a surprise, and yet Diarmuid finds he would not expect anything less from the King of Knights, and looks ever more forward to their next duel.

But now he cannot expect her to wander this city in that state, and at Saber's request he nods, kneels slowly to retrieve his weapons, and turns away to give her the privacy she requires. He shouldn't be here; Caster is dead and that was all he needed to know, but Diarmuid will not allow himself to leave Saber here in this state, and so he stays.