The tug is acknowledged instantaneously. He stops walking and already, his brows are meeting in the middle as he gives Inigo undivided attention. On regular train days, Roland can be expected to treat such a thing with more fondness than apprehension. But on a mission? His calm turns into a weapon - not that this is his intention when he hears what Inigo has to say. The concern on his own face is evident.

"Of course." Roland replies immediately, already leading them to the side where the cover of half-constructed pods lend them some semblance of privacy. Not that there was anyone to look at them, here. "What's the matter? Are you okay? Do you feel sick?" He adds, giving him a fair assessment with sharp eyes. Obviously, Roland doesn't quite understand this was more for him than Inigo.