Koumyou just watches carefully, and levers himself up off the floor just enough to sit where Devero had been just one moment prior.

There's something... big, going on with the other man. The way he's frozen in place, the way Koumyou can actually see his pulse from here. It's pounding away in his throat like a trapped bird, as his blood pressure goes insane.

And his hands are moving. Mudras? No. Koumyou has seen sign language before, since not everyone who comes to live at a temple can hear, or speak out loud. But he's only ever learned a few key phrases, and none of them match what Devero's doing now.

But he doesn't look away, regardless. Maybe the pattern will make some kind of sense. Maybe not. Maybe Devero just needs something to be seen, if not heard. The silence hasn't gone unnoticed.

And it's fine, he's here.