Devin is doing what he often does when alone and not at work, which is reading. Work these days is also spent surrounded by books, but that suits him. He has a small stack on the floor next to his bed, and is immersing himself in Castian mythology when there's a knock at the door.

He leaves the book on his pillow as he stands. Opening the door to see who's disturbed him, Devin's expression shifts noticeably from faint annoyance to surprise and then thinly veiled concern.

"Bloody hell, Fool, what happened?" He steps back to allow the prophet entry, seeing little point in lingering on the threshold. The Fool has very clearly taken some sort of beating, and by the rate of healing it can't have been more than a few days since the assault.