Roland continues to comb at his hair, eventually reaching for the towel he had set aside against the edge of the pool. It's folded neatly into quarters before it's dipped into the water, wrung out twice, then placed neatly on the top of his head.

Whatever energy is trying to remove itself from the spaces in between them, from Tidus's grumbling to Inigo trying still to get swallowed by the water, Roland rolls easily back into the fact that he's enjoying himself at the hot springs, and how baffling it was to hear neither of them have ever had this experience before. "But Tidus, you can still hold your breath even when the water's at temperature? Does the same go for freezing water?" He only asks as he seemed comfortable enough to do so just moments ago, no thanks to Roland, of course.

While that discussion plays out, Roland adjusts the towel on his head and grabs the second one, slightly smaller in size, does the same with it. Dips it in the water, wrings it twice, then wraps one of his hands around it so that it can do for a makeshift sponge, gently dabbing at the soft skin of his face in a quiet massage. There was a strange routine to his actions that seemed oddly natural, and out of place for someone who came across so seriously.