Devin's expression softens some, rather than shying away from the Fool's vulnerability. He's grown accustomed to being injured, sometimes badly, but years and years had to pass before he became unflinching. Recent memory serves to remind him of those things he does still fear.

"I think it makes quite a bit of sense, actually. You've died once; you've endured that pain, and you haven't had all that long to address what happened to you, from the way you described it. Who knows how long that will even take?" He's not the right person to ask, for he buries things in the hopes they can't hurt him.

Luthien is emitting a sound that might be purring as she tries to burrow into the blankets beneath Devin's leg. "Physical wounds may heal," he continues quietly, stroking between her ears. "The rest… doesn't, sometimes. Having someone else with you is as much about physical safety as mental, Fool. It's harder to intimidate a pair, especially when one of them isn't so close to the situation," he offers as reasoning. "And if all goes well, it won't even be necessary for that long."