Sheesh, that is bad. Not that Inigo can't understand it. He doesn't like this place either. Not the way it looks, not the way it constantly changes, not the way it's so devoid of life.

But in the face of it seeming to bother Roland badly enough that he'd long for that island that exposed them to their own and other people's worst memories, Inigo can't whine about it himself. He shifts modes instantly, as instinctively as he always does at these times, and tugs a little on Roland's hand.

He's got a plan.

"Father, I know we have a lot of ground to cover, and that we should keep moving.. But could we maybe stop and rest for a moment?"