Devero trots at his side, that silly boyish smile on his face as Koumyou pulls him along by the hand. It may not actually be that cold in the car, and he certainly has more meat on his bones than the slighter man, but standing around wet and dripping hadn't been terribly comfortable for him.

His fingers squeeze Koumyou's before he releases his hand to slide back into the water. He has the decorum to not watch openly as the priest skins out of his robe, he doesn't seem as afraid to look at him when Koumyou joins him in the pool.

He sinks down to his chin, eyes half-closing. "Much better."