"A ritual? Thanks, I'll take note of that. Sounds...ominous. From experience, rituals always seem to lead to bad news." He was able to speak to Quatre and Curufin from Orange, so those might be some good leads. But he tucks that knowledge far, far away for now and focuses on the urge to shower, rest his head on his pillow, and get knocked into the next morning.

They reach Tidus' cabins not before long, both men walking long strides with purpose. Regardless of how their short reunion turned out, Roland is still glad that his companion's fire for good continues to burn strong. A little too strong sometimes, but that was what being young was all about right? He walks ahead by a fraction to give him some room to enter through the door. "Here's your stop. I'll talk to you later when you've gotten your eight hours." He crosses his arms, looking like he has something to say apart from that. But whatever the thought was, his words come out simply as a quiet "thank you, again," before Roland salutes to him with a smirk.

This time, he doesn't walk away from behind and just waits for Tidus to leave through the door.