"Of course you are," Devero says with a soft snort. He's not and Devero knows it, but he also knows that Koumyou much prefers to spend his leisure time-- when he has it-- in pursuit of hedonism rather than tedium. And who could blame him?

Careful not to jostle Koumyou, Devero passes him a bowl of stew with his free hand. The priest's description of what's happening kind of makes the skin between Devero's shoulder blades crawl. "That sounds. Very strange," he says diplomatically. He can't help but wonder: would he have been able to feel his wounds all mending as well, if he'd been awake during the healing that night before the mission?

He kind of doesn't want to think about it.

"At least it doesn't hurt?" he says instead. "Better tickling then pain, huh?"