Devero actually pauses in wrapping the hand to look up at him. "...I suppose they are, aren't they?" he asks, mulling that perspective over. A moment later he murmurs, "I should appreciate each and every one, then, since they mean you lived long enough to get here."

He secures the end of the bandage and steps back. "Feel all right? Not too tight?" He suspects not, given the wiggling, but he has to check.