"...wait, Devin? Doesn't know how to smile, suspicious nature, kind of a dick, that same Devin?"

"The very one," the Fool replies with a benign smile, but what delight he might otherwise derive from Zephyr's reaction is tempered considerably by the state of his home. He sighs and looks back to it again, unable to prevent melancholy from taking over his expression. "He has done what he can to make his home as comfortable for me as possible, but I had hoped to find some personal affects here to..." There, his voice trails off, and he lowers his gaze.

"I suppose there is nothing left to do but wait for the water to drain away, is there?"