Devero could be proper gentleman escorting a partner to a formal affair, the dignity with which he supports Koumyou as they continue on their trek.

Their very long trek. There's seventeen cars yet to go between the garden car and luggage-- a long enough trip when they're both fresh, but with Koumyou this drained and moving this slow? Devero can't help but worry about exhausting the priest again before they even get to luggage.

"Hey," he says softly, as they pass into the first of the eight sleeper carriages, "what do you say we get you to our room, and then I'll nip the rest of the way down to luggage and pick up your cat?"