Upon hearing the entrance of another person, Diabhall briefly flicks his glance in the direction of the entrance - and then away again before he can be caught looking. Of course. This certainly tracks with the way the rest of the night has gone, after all.

For a few minutes he is silent, facing away, letting the younger elf settle in. They have both been through such a peculiar day, and perhaps it would be best to let the dust settle...but then, of course, they certainly need the private conversation.

He turns the situation over in his head for a bit, still soaking there, unmoving.

Then, finally, he breaks the stillness with voice alone.

"...Good evening, Allumin."