Roland would never take it against Tidus, or anyone else for that matter, not when he knew how many people were under their wing and could be dispersed to other places that needed aid. Especially with the children always moving about, and this was what Ran divulged to Roland earlier too. That she was worried the kids would be in danger, and they were already so hard to control. Tidus gave off security, a feeling of familiarity that could break social boundaries no matter the age. Roland was confident that if anything, he could protect those who needed a sword by their side.

"Well, no one's about to turn down help no matter how long you'll be staying in this part of the woods." Roland smiles somewhat, but it's not disinterested. It's tired. The cracks are beginning to show. "Thanks. It's appreciated. And no, sorry. Not even healing magic can do much. Though, Glorfindel sitting by their side with his...glow, seems to help a little."

The president makes a face, slight and bemused, remembering something earlier that morning. "And by a little, I mean just a little. Someone sneezed in my general direction hours ago, and I almost had my eyebrows singed off. They were breathing fire."