[Devero stays where he's standing, and breathes a little easier as Sanzo leaves his immediate vicinity. The other man's question prompts a thoughtful sound, and he peels the two garments apart.
His shirt, which had ended up on the outside when he'd disrobed, is definitely ruined. The fabric is scorched almost all the way through on one side, and actually pulls apart in his hands. He grimaces.] Well, that sure did.
[The hoodie is in better shape, at least. Still damaged, but intact and therefore salvageable. He slings it over his shoulder and turns to look at Sanzo.
His expression is solemn.] I've heard some talk about that. Sounds like clothes were the least of everyone's worries.
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His shirt, which had ended up on the outside when he'd disrobed, is definitely ruined. The fabric is scorched almost all the way through on one side, and actually pulls apart in his hands. He grimaces.] Well, that sure did.
[The hoodie is in better shape, at least. Still damaged, but intact and therefore salvageable. He slings it over his shoulder and turns to look at Sanzo.
His expression is solemn.] I've heard some talk about that. Sounds like clothes were the least of everyone's worries.