As though in small acknowledgement of that quiet, rather vulnerable-sounding honesty, the Fool's tone remains gentle, without any witticism or barb he might inject at another's expense. "It adds up to the beginning of one," he ventures instead. "Of friendship."

When Devin takes the knot, he drops his hands to let them rest loosely by his sides, but there's clear gratitude in his expression. Maybe even a touch of wry affection, too, for this recalcitrant fellow who reminds him, in so many ways, of another who was dear to him, in another life. Perhaps that's why he's willing to take chances where others might not. "Come," he suggests, a bit of laughter entering his voice, "if this festival is not to your liking, why don't we escape it and find some other place to explore within the city? Or perhaps without?" He's yet to leave the bounds of Aifaran itself, and his curiosity about it is practically brimming over as he makes the suggestion.