He puts both palms on the table as he stands, not wobbling as he gets up, but there existing the threat of dizziness, the threat of some off-balanced state in him that elixirs or potions or magic can't really brush away. Brief, and an odd detachment he can easily hide as he stands in the aisle between booths.

"Yeah," he answers, but admits after a pause, "...but I think I'll head back and get some rest. I'm not that hungry--and I should get some sleep. But I'm fine." Because he needs--or wants--to add that, just in case. Not to make Roland feel any sudden guilt like a stupid stubborn guy. "It's been a long week for the both of us."

And for as dire as the food situation could have been for the Reds, it wasn't that bad in the end with Fandaniel and Uta, and the Spider's magical business to help them move between teams.