The contrast in their reactions is, as ever, worth noting: his partner is able to engage in a way that Devin cannot (or perhaps will not allow himself to). He'd rather the Fool be able to remain present, and he can be the one keeping an eye out for trouble.

He nods, a faintly wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I suppose they'd appreciate the respect for their protection of us," Devin murmurs. "But I don't think they would want veneration to turn into worship. No doubt they are forces of nature," he grants, glancing upwards to the shimmering barrier miles above them. "We would all be in a great deal of trouble if either they or us began to consider them gods."