Roland throws him an affectionate expression, one that reads, You'd ask something like that? Isn't it a given?, but there isn't an ounce of shame. Inigo is strong, kind, but he's still growing into himself. Still finding his footholds. The heart of a child he's been drawn to protect since the moment he saw his tears. And so without a word, Roland's smile grows a tad bit wider before he extends his open hand for Inigo to hold.

"You and me both, pup. Come on."

Roland doesn't need an explanation. Inigo asks of him, so he will follow and stay.