"I wonder what they think of all this," comes Devin's quiet commentary as they stand just outside the gathered participants; even spoken so softly, the words startle the Fool from his contemplative silence, and he looks from the devotees back to his partner with a distant, far away look in his eyes for a moment. Whatever intense focus has overtaken the participants in the ceremony, some of it seems to have touched him, too.

It takes him a moment to recall the question, a small furl forming between his brows. The Fool lifts his hand and curls it around Devin's elbow. "Do you mean the turtles?" he asks just as softly.