Devaguea whirled at the hint of movement, his chest already filling with fire as too many memories pressed against him. Then Talia stepped out, and he had to choke down his fire rather than blast the rogue. After getting his coughing under control, he turned and followed after the other two, growling softly under his breath in draconic. At least until he realized he was behind the rogue, and getting to enjoy the rather callipygian view.