There's a moment of resistance from Devero when Koumyou scoops him up, just an instant of refusal dredged up from that old, stubborn belief that he needs to carry his own weight.

But the instant passes with the sensation of wiry, impossibly strong arms around him. In this transient space between realities they may or may not have physical bodies to be scooped up and held, but Koumyou's will is just as wiry and impossibly strong as his body. It's his will more than his body, so unwavering and determined, that Devero shelters within as they cross the last of the clutching chaos and emerge on the platform.

Devero is undeniably corporeal for only an instant in Koumyou's arms before he is subsumed in golden light and flashed away to luggage with the rest of the rescued. He appears, thumping down huge and heavy half-inside an empty trunk.

He's going to just. Lay here and let his mind reel around his exhausted body. Just for a minute.