It doesn't feel overwhelming, he knows Devero won't hurt him. It feels safe, secure. Having arms around him always reminds him of safety, even if it is tinged with sadness.

It didn't feel alright, a shadow clenching his heart, a feeling he could never smile again, never feel the heat from the fire that was Gyousou. Warm, safe, awe inspiring. But he had survived separation before. He had been separated from his king for most of his life.

"Thank you... Sorry... I... I'm alright. I'll be alright."