If asked, Devin would have selected himself as the burdensome one, not the Fool. They both have more than their share of baggage and trauma, it seems, but as far as friendship goes-- Devin can think of little he brings but problems. Living in isolation has not done wonders for his social skills. This task he's taken on is, ironically, an acceptable excuse to spend time with the Fool without a sense of awkwardness hanging over him.

So it's with a mirthless quirk of a smile that he takes the canister. "You haven't." Not in this way; friendship in general may be hard for Devin, but that's a separate issue from trying to keep the Fool from harm. He briefly hesitates over trying to explain further, and decides to leave it at that.

"Thank you for this," Devin adds instead, raising the arnica. "I'll try to remember to use it, while there's a need for it." A slightly wryer, resigned smile pulls at his lips. "X has taken it upon himself to keep me from doing anything strenuous at work, so that may be a reassurance to you."