[ Ah. It might be that his plan has worked too well. Now, now Inigo is quieter than he gave him credit for, and he's not making a fuss like he expected. Though Roland is far from whatever it is Inigo is thinking of him, no more disappointed than he is sympathetic to the desire to serve. Even to your own detriment.

He slows his steps until he reaches only the fringes of the deeper junglescape, where light and warmth from their campsite is still visible from afar. His hand is tightly grasping Inigo's despite the smile on his face, understanding and patient when he turns around and looks at him. A free hand reaches over, tilts his chin up in slight. ]

We getting warmer to that food you lost, pup? [ Roland says, airily almost. Until eventually he shifts his tone, sounds a bit more mischievous if not telling that he's caught on for certain. ] Or was there another reason you wanted to go back out here, when most of the groups are taking a breather?