"I'm glad you're remembering, then!" Koumyou is quite pleased on Devero's behalf, here.

He lets them dance quietly for a while, sutra weaving patterns around them but at more than enough distance that they won't run into the ever-lengthening ribbon of holy paper. It stays mostly at the edges of the stage for this.

"While you're in such a nice mood, I suppose we could talk magic? Or will that ruin it."