Devero's hands close about Koumyou's again for just a moment. Applying pressure, yes, keeping him from moving his thumb further, yes, but also just to offer a moment of commiseration. "I know," he says quietly. "Hang in there, let's see what I can find for you."

He does have to leave him then, so he can ransack his way through the supplies in the cupboards. He's obviously looking for something (or somethings) specific, because after a few minutes he slams his hands down on the counter beneath the cupboards. "Where the hell is the r-jelly? Where's the synthskin?!"