With the last of the disinfecting out of the way, he settles in for the final part - a clean roll of gauze is in his hand, paper tape to hold it in place in his other.

His eyes don't miss it; and it compels him to halt his movements to wrap the bandage around the wound himself. Roland smiles gently and offers Inigo the gauze and tape, instead. There's a silent plea for help, but he figures that it would help give him some peace of mind, knowing that he did more than just watch him stitch his leg back in one piece.

As Inigo works, Roland listens and answers, clearly invested in his tale. It's the first he's heard of his world, after all.

"Well, isn't that a stroke of luck. Kidnapping issue aside, your childhood friend came to the train. That's more than a familiar face." His eyes follow Inigo's movements, careful and quietly. His warmth doesn't let up, not for a second. "Guarded, huh? But he sounds like someone you know well. If he won't open up to his teammates on the train, at least he has you by his side. And, hey, I wouldn't mind getting to know him too! I believe in your judge of character."