That? That has Samir looking back, and his lips tugging upwards in something that can't be rightly called a smile. "So I was told." But as he notices the time...that upwards tilt fades. "Come. I'd rather have you waiting for him than the other way around."

And with that? He begins to lead Devero through the halls. Heber has his own separate building for his personal quarters, his own manor, as it were...they walk through a small garden and are, in turn, led in to a receiving hall by a mute slave sporting a scar across their neck. Said slave nonetheless seems able to communicate answers to Samir's words - wait here, I will see if the Master is ready to receive the slave - and leaves them be as Samir turns to face Devero.

A hand abruptly reaches up to grip his hair.

"Whatever happens," he begins, "know that it, too, will pass. Though it may not seem so at the time."

And with those final words of - advice? Warning? - he lets go and moves for the door.