Koumyou isn't even physically holding onto an end of the sutra; what has ahold of Devero ends in... just a scroll, floating in the air above the heated pool.

The priest gazes at Devero's expression for a second, and makes a choice. This isn't a conversation to have lounging around in the pool. And since the sutra's already 'in play', just the little subconscious thought that he'd like to get out and put his sleeping robe back on, is enough. A second tendril shoots away from the floating scroll, scooping up the robe as Koumyou climbs out of the water.

He accepts it from the holy paper, and shoulders it back on over his wet skin before padding over toward Devero, tying it shut. "You're okay," he tries, "just breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. As slow as you can bear to. Just focus on that for a minute. Anything else can wait."