[ He takes it as gently as its handed to him and with his own bracelet in hand, they disappear into his Arms Band in a sparkle of gold and light. Roland never forgets what he puts in there, so there was no need to worry.
Afterwards, he just chuckles low and breathy at Inigo's silliness. His words are still hitting him close to home - that he's happy to have met people here, even though there was a risk to see them off; to live in the moment was all he could ask for. Roland was confident in his abilities, he knew his talents and he was capable of stepping up to the plate should that be his calling. But this was a time when he realizes there was so much more to learn about this life than what he already knew. Inigo was one of the few on the train to show him that, even if they didn't mean to.
'So an old dog can learn new tricks, huh...?
Roland stands, if only to walk closer to the bark of a big tree with thick roots that almost seems to protect whoever sat by its girth. There was enough space for the two of them, so he waits till Inigo follows. He sits cross-legged, arms over his shoulers, but he is missing the usual tenseness that follows this action. Right now, it's all habit, what he's comfortable with. ]
...I'll take you up on that offer, then. Just for a while. I better not get a single mosquito bite while I'm knocked out, got it? Heh.
[ The jest is made in earnest. And even if it takes Roland a good long while to fall asleep, happy to stay in silence next to Inigo, eventually his eyelids do grow heavy, and he closes them with certainty. At least, for this moment, he knows he is in good hands.
And if his head leans forward from time to time, eventually, it does find its way to someone's shoulder, fulfilling Inigo's promise of being an extremely comfortable pillow. ]
oh no is this a wrap
Afterwards, he just chuckles low and breathy at Inigo's silliness. His words are still hitting him close to home - that he's happy to have met people here, even though there was a risk to see them off; to live in the moment was all he could ask for. Roland was confident in his abilities, he knew his talents and he was capable of stepping up to the plate should that be his calling. But this was a time when he realizes there was so much more to learn about this life than what he already knew. Inigo was one of the few on the train to show him that, even if they didn't mean to.
'So an old dog can learn new tricks, huh...?
Roland stands, if only to walk closer to the bark of a big tree with thick roots that almost seems to protect whoever sat by its girth. There was enough space for the two of them, so he waits till Inigo follows. He sits cross-legged, arms over his shoulers, but he is missing the usual tenseness that follows this action. Right now, it's all habit, what he's comfortable with. ]
...I'll take you up on that offer, then. Just for a while. I better not get a single mosquito bite while I'm knocked out, got it? Heh.
[ The jest is made in earnest. And even if it takes Roland a good long while to fall asleep, happy to stay in silence next to Inigo, eventually his eyelids do grow heavy, and he closes them with certainty. At least, for this moment, he knows he is in good hands.
And if his head leans forward from time to time, eventually, it does find its way to someone's shoulder, fulfilling Inigo's promise of being an extremely comfortable pillow. ]