"...Tu Vishan spoke to us in addition to imparting clear impressions of non-verbal meaning."

"Like the Skill," the Fool muses more to himself than to Devin, though he doesn't intentionally exclude his lover from the thought. But there is much more to mull over on that topic before he will feel confident in divulging more of his thoughts on the matter, and so he shifts his focus to instead making himself presentable before he comes out from behind the partition.

When he does at last make his appearance, he might look almost subdued in mostly black--if it weren't for the streaks of brilliant turquoise rippling through the fabric and accentuated by bits of glittering cosmetic near his eyes. He detours past both Luthien and Holly to give the pair of them affectionate pats upon their respective heads, then steps over to Devin to insert himself familiarly between his lover's arms. (Rather like a cat who knows that this is where he's supposed to be, thank you very much.)

"You may be teaching him how to do that."

"Well I must be a poor instructor, in that case," the Fool replies, smiling wryly, "if I haven't yet learned my pupil's name."