Very little time has passed, truthfully, but perhaps the hesitation itself is just long enough to catch the Fool's attention. He pauses in folding the wax paper around the arnica canister to glance back at Devin with a look of some confusion on his face.

"If you would prefer," he had said. It takes a moment for the implication in those words to settle in.

Earnestly, the Fool replies, "I would surely always prefer your aid," and turns to walk back over to Devin with the wrapped arnica canister in hand. He stops in front of him to extend the parcel out, then adds more quietly, "I welcome your help, but I worry I've made our friendship a burden to you."