[ Roland loosens the hold of his arm and just listens quietly, allowing Inigo's feelings for his dear mother to wash over him. It's not a difficult task, even as they get closer and closer to their destination, canopied trees and verdant plains slowly surrounding them. The way Inigo's voice falls into a comfortable pitch, a credence of love and assurance; the way he opens up about her so easily, even when Roland can feel that the task of talking about his past is always a tense subject with Inigo, for reasons Roland could only presume. ]

[ But there's no better start to discovering the truth of someone's soul than with knowing how they took care of their mother. So after Inigo's short tale, and as they cross into the forest's first grove, just green trees and shrubs all around them, Roland speaks with a fondness to match the young man next to him, arm falling back down to his side as he walks a few steps ahead to breathe in deep. ]

Olivia. [ He nods. ] A wonderful name for a wonderful woman. With the way you speak of her, it's enough for me to paint a good picture of who she is. Though I'm sure it's a poor comparison to the real deal, heh.

[ Roland throws him an encouraging smile, eyes gleaming with sentiment. ]

Though I do believe more than a king choosing a simple woman to marry, [ Because he wasn't about to call Inigo's mother a commoner, no. ] it's the fact that her son is a living testament to her love that convinces me she's as great as you say she is.