Devero presses [x] to doubt. Koumyou's moving like he's a thousand years old and feeling every year of it. If he's already suggesting he needs to hold on to Devero for the walk, there's no way he's ready for a trip all the way down to basically the other end of the train.

Turning his back to the priest, Devero goes to one knee and holds his arms out to either side. "How about a ride, instead?"