[Diarmuid is startled when Berserker suddenly becomes so intensely focused on his arm. Of course, the man is a doctor. It shouldn't be so surprising. Diarmuid laughs to himself at his reaction and then picks up his locket.]

Here, it will be easier for me to move mine. What do you want to see?

[He shifts the locket so it more clearly focuses on what little is left of his arm. It seems to have been taken off just below the shoulder.]

I guess it was fortunate for me that the person who pulled me out of the battle had some experience with lost limbs. She was able to get it cleaned up and wrapped. I don't think infection will be an issue.

[A soft sigh slips from Diarmuid's mouth and his head drops slightly, though that might be missed because of the angle he is holding his locket at.]

I am...very tired and when I am not, what little energy I get is gone so quickly. And then there are times when I swear I can feel something in that arm, but there is no arm there to feel something in. Is...that normal?