Does it feel a little bad to lie to Roland? It does, especially when he's getting an answer like that - yet another compliment from the other guy. On the other hand, he tries to convince himself, it's not like he told a huge lie. He's mostly fine. There's no gaping bleeding wounds he's trying to hide like the one Roland tried to convince him was alright earlier. It's not as if he hasn't hidden much, much worse wounds than those slight scratches on his hands. They'll dispapear in a few days time. It's alright.

For the moment he just focuses on helping Roland clean everything up - especially the tasks that involve putting things back on the other side of the carriage, since he wants to spare Roland as much walking as possible while he's in this state - until they're done and it's time to go.

And then of course Inigo still isn't just going to let Roland go by himself. He doesn't want to let the guy out of his sight until he's absolutely sure Roland is on his best and resting. At the very least it does sound like he's intending to go to his bed, so that's one part of that plan done.

Now all that's left is to get him there.

Inigo moves until he's next to Roland, taking the other's arm without a word and draping it across Inigo's shoulders.

"How about we go there this way then, hm?"

If it had been anyone smaller, Inigo might have attempted to carry them there. But despite his muscles, Roland is just a bit too big and heavy for him to attempt that.

"This way you don't have to lean on that leg as much. Use me as a crutch until we get there."