[Contrary to the reaction Archer might be expecting, Diarmuid just giggles, those wide doe-like eyes scanning the area he can see a lot better now that he's up in the air. One of his hands reaches back to find Archer's as if he is trying to make sure the man has a good hold and won't drop him, while the other shades his eyes as he looks around.]

This is fun! I can see so much more now!

[He looks over at the other man seeming to forget he is sick and points to his shoulders.]

If you wanted to help me look around that would be a more comfortable perch! I'm not that heavy. People carry me around all the time. See! You are already lifting me even though...

Oh, right! You are sick! We need to fix that first. But why wouldn't I want to take father's advice? He's a god! He knows best!