[That certainly does not dispel any concerns he has. Instead he reaches over, grips the other boy's arm.]

Just because something hurts, it does not mean we must bury it away. [But more importantly, if it's a rabbit with very sharp, bitey teeth, it's not something to be buried, either!! Still — he knows the other is nervous, so he says with confidence:] I will not let it harm you. I assure you. I promise you!

[And then he begins to quickly dig. He's fortunate to find that it's not very deep in the earth, but the back is heavy and far too still, and it makes his stomach twist. Hands scrabble to lift the flap, and — ]

.....

It is a rock?

[He stares at it for a moment, his memories just on the verge of breaking through. For Paimon, of course, there is a familiar holiness that illuminates the area around them, all from the stone. To Diarmuid, it looks like regular stone, but the humming of power is indisputable to one who is more than human.]