[ Roland looks at Inigo wear the flower necklace, though he crosses his arms in disapproval. Not at Inigo though, no... ] I'm sorry. That was supposed to go on your wrist. I guess I should I have done it like you and measured your hand first.

[ Not that Inigo seemed to mind the mishap, but he thinks differently, even in small things like this. And that's what Inigo was saying to Roland, wasn't it? Even as they sit beneath a canopy of trees, sweetness from the vulcano permeating the air around them, comfortable and warm. Inigo is asking him to stay here, right here, at that moment. Allow others to come and go as they were meant to. It's not a new concept - Roland was used to accepting things as they are - but he just can't seem to trust the circumstance completely. His body language is a stark contrast to his younger companion, who looked like he was thriving in the fields. Roland sat stiffly, one leg always propped up, as if ready to spring into action. ]

Hm. [ He looks up and squints at the bright sunlight. Despite staying under shade, he was still feeling warm. ] And you believe that, pup? Even though you know what kind of dangers we get ourselves into every time the train drops us off without a choice, off to alien words that need help? [ Roland's brows furrow; he's lost in his headspace again. His eyes drift close. ] That...that's okay with you?