While Sanzo's mulling that over, Devero pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the pool, leaving his legs dangling in the water. The air is a shock against his overheated skin and he appreciates it. Closing his eyes, he just breathes for a moment, trying to work through one of the grounding exercises he knows.

He feels a little more even when Koumyou speaks, a little more in-control. "Mostly the second one," he says. He's not self-conscious about admitting that much, at least. "I don't... really know many religious folks, though. It's considered something very private, where I come from."