"Sure," Devero says. He lowers his palm to the bed in front of the drone. The 'solid' body of its camera mode fractures and opens as it rises to its feet-- such as it has them, anyway. Camera eye fixed up on its primary user's face, it steps without hesitation onto Devero's hand.

It's a little too big to fit easily on one palm, though, so Devero brings the other under it to scoop it off the bed, before offering it out to Koumyou. "Here."