Diabhall, on the other hand, does not turn to look at first. Something tells him he is being stared at, but he pays it no mind - lost a bit in his own thoughts. The younger elf stumbles on his name, and he is all at once all too aware of the shift in dynamic between them now. They really aren't the mentor and student anymore, are they? But what does that mean, exactly?

He isn't sure.

There is a long period of silence before he finally shifts, turning to face Allumin and meeting his stare. He appears completely unbothered by being looked at, even as he is, bare and willowy there in the water. For a beat, he still doesn't speak...and then, finally, the words come out.

Hesitation?

"...I would like to apologize for my...conduct this evening." A small clearing of the throat. "I have been feeling a bit unwell since my arrival, and my behavior upon finding you was...stilted, at best."

Idly, he begins to comb his fingers through the sheet of his long white hair, separating the strands.

For anyone else, it would seem a nervous motion.