While Devin is hardier than humans, he is still slower to heal than his vampiric counterparts even on his best days. Understanding his limitations is, for better or worse, something he has down to a science. Injuries are a logical consequence of his lifestyle.

But it is one thing, he allows, to fail to avoid a bullet or a sword strike, and another entirely to shield friends from a grenade blast they would most assuredly not survive.

The Fool's latter comment elicits a strange reaction, though there's only a glimmer of bemusement in Devin's eyes. An odd defensiveness rises, overshadowed by the possibility that his efforts are a disappointment - that he didn't come here with better news and solid assurances. That he has not kept his promise. Well, some nasty whisper in his head supplies, it is taking you rather a while, isn't it?

But that doesn't seem like the Fool's way. "If you would prefer," Devin replies before too much time can pass. He stands carefully, since it seems the conversation is drawing to a close. "It's still no trouble for me, and I can likely reach you faster than they can in most situations. An official investigation wouldn't go amiss, however."