Devin stares at the Fool's hand in silence even after the glove is replaced, doing his best to consider the situation analytically and running up against the problem of how he feels. There's worry, first and foremost - he's only ever heard of groups managing to communicate directly with the turtle and then only for short periods of time. Granted, Tu Vishan had been much, much larger and older than the turtle they currently reside atop, but that doesn't make it any less serious.

"Why did you do that?" It's a softer question than it could be, and his eyes are empty of accusation when he looks up. Devin really is trying to understand first and be upset later, though there's an edge in his tone to indicate his middling success. "We're not built for that kind of contact, you could've been hurt." Or worse. Permanently brain damaged or even dead, and neither of those things Devin is really prepared to consider right now. "Are you okay? How long has this been happening?"