Daithi raises an eyebrow, noting the subtle shift in Brigham's expression. That the man is rare to smile, if ever, is not lost on Daithi, and a pleasant jolt of satisfaction stirs in his stomach to witness even the wisp of one. He wonders what a true smile might look like on Brigham.

"All the same," Daithi replies. He pauses for the slightest moment: then, half gestures in an upward motion, spaulder in hand. "Suppose I'll be back soon," he says, opting to excuse himself.