"It was an experience, huh? I'd say I felt the same way...Who would have thought we'd go through something like that in this lifetime? I'm just glad we were able to rescue all the civilians before the monsters swarmed even further in. Good work on the lifting and digging." He flashes him a small yet toothy grin, but adds quickly right after - "You didn't have to fight any monsters, did you?" He'd have to apologize to Tidus later on, he wasn't able to keep such a close eye on Inigo as he once thought, preoccupied with the unfolding mystery of missing Terrans, strange behavior in the labs, and the monsters themselves. But now he understands exactly where Tidus was coming from when it came to Inigo, and he's more than willing to play the role of guardian again, though he won't need to be told now.
Inigo may look like a young man, growing well into his adulthood, but his behavior thus far has convinced Roland he was still a child at heart, and that's enough of a reason for him to want to offer his protection when he can, if it's allowed.
The trip to the medbay is painfully slow because of how he's moving, but eventually, they get to the entrance after crossing the gym car. Roland has to pause for a moment, the squelch in his boot almost inconceivably uncomfortable at this point. This causes him to grimace, more so from the feeling under his feet, blood starting to soak in the sock, rather than the pain which has now dulled to a point where he's gotten used to it already. He leans one hand against the medbay's door, glancing around the used beds, before he turns back to Inigo, an apologetic smile on his face.
"Inigo, I need to take this boot off, okay? Hold on." One hand drifts down as he bends from the waist, and in a flash, the boot comes popping off, though not without its difficulties. For one thing, the blood in his sock looks rather gross now, soaked to the heel. He cringes but goes on to remove even the sock, stuffing it into the stained boot carried in one arm. He clicks his tongue against his teeth. "So much for a good clean pair of socks. What a waste." Because it was! The wound was fine. It was fine!
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Inigo may look like a young man, growing well into his adulthood, but his behavior thus far has convinced Roland he was still a child at heart, and that's enough of a reason for him to want to offer his protection when he can, if it's allowed.
The trip to the medbay is painfully slow because of how he's moving, but eventually, they get to the entrance after crossing the gym car. Roland has to pause for a moment, the squelch in his boot almost inconceivably uncomfortable at this point. This causes him to grimace, more so from the feeling under his feet, blood starting to soak in the sock, rather than the pain which has now dulled to a point where he's gotten used to it already. He leans one hand against the medbay's door, glancing around the used beds, before he turns back to Inigo, an apologetic smile on his face.
"Inigo, I need to take this boot off, okay? Hold on." One hand drifts down as he bends from the waist, and in a flash, the boot comes popping off, though not without its difficulties. For one thing, the blood in his sock looks rather gross now, soaked to the heel. He cringes but goes on to remove even the sock, stuffing it into the stained boot carried in one arm. He clicks his tongue against his teeth. "So much for a good clean pair of socks. What a waste." Because it was! The wound was fine. It was fine!