[Diarmuid tries to keep the look going, but it's hard to do that when she licks him. Soon he gives in and just laughs.]

Don't worry. I forget sometimes too.

The White Hart wasn't going to just give up because he was wounded. He ran, but even as he did, she put several more arrows into his haunches, eventually causing him to stumble and fall. While she was doing that, Oscar and I closed in on him and as soon as he stumbled, I drove my spear into his heart...