"Many people have tried to kill me. Trahearne will not be the last. It's part of my lifestyle," Devin replied wearily. "I understand his hatred for undead creatures, Leo, but I don't have a death wish."

He tucked the inan more securely against him so she couldn't escape, and this was apparently comfortable enough that she ceased wiggling quite so much. Leo's concern was… not unwelcome, precisely, but helped him better understand where the judgement was coming from.

"I'm not afraid to die," he continued after a breath. "I'm not afraid of pain. I've been in far more dire situations than that. Trahearne hunts and kills the undead - it's apparently what he was tasked to do, to save his corner of the world. In that respect, I'm not much different than him. Whether there's deeper meaning than that, I don't know, but keep that in mind if you speak with him." The inan nuzzled his neck, and Devin ignored her for now. "Making assumptions is what got us into this mess in the first place."