Roland scoffs with good humor, but manages to throw a fond smile Tidus's way. A recognition flashes like a burst of light, but it fades the moment it knows it has shown itself. That's fine. Roland knows it's all going to be okay, somehow, someway.

Even if he still doesn't know. He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know why he turned the way he did. Why he had to force him down by the ankles to stay, stay please. That was then, this is now. Roland has come to accept that even if there was some hidden secret behind his actions, it wouldn't matter to him the way the other might think. Tidus is a friend, and he would stand by him till he was pushed away. And even then, he would fight for him, his sword at the ready. A silent vow. A promise to keep no matter what.

"No pressure. Get some rest when you can. Don't worry about patrols. We've set up a perimeter and rotating shifts among Purple and some of the more capable villagers." He replies easily, none of his internal musings made visible or at all known. But at the mention of the clubs, his dark brown eyes spark, a memory coming to the front. "Hey, wait. I can give you one more."

He bends at the knee and closes his eyes. Two hands touch the ground and out materializes from the hammerspace, another troll club. Not Della's - he was very certain to make that known as he summons - but the one he received from his fight, aided by Rapunzel. When it manifests, he leans one arm over his knee and gestures to it with an open palm, looking back up to the teen.

"Take it. Might help get you more gold."