[ He listens to Ken speak while making space on the sleeping bag for him, opening it up and setting him down propped up with as many bags as possible to create a makeshift pillow. Out of his Arms Band comes a couple of Sixth Censers, like incense dishes with light emitting out of their pocket centers. He sets three at a time around Ken, slowly emitting a magical steam that wraps them up in a comforting, fragrant haze.

Ken will feel his magical stamina return to him, little by little, but not all of it. It will be enough though, Roland hopes.

When Ken finishes, Roland nods in understanding, closing his eyes. A heavy hand rests on Ken's shoulder. ]

I get that. I really do. I know it's hard to believe someone like me won't understand completely, but...trust me. I know what it's like to be responsible for a lot of people all at once, worrying if you'll be able to be there for them or not. [ He shakes his head, bangs falling loosely against his forehead. ] And I'm talking about back then too, in my old life, not just because I'm helping out the train today.

[ He watches the smoke grow thicker, but none of it is uncomfortable. In fact, the scent of Sixth Censers remind him of home. ]

You're one of the good ones, Ken. It's really good to care about your team like this, it's good you have their back. But the least you can do for anyone...is to take care of yourself first. If you push yourself too far, you'll have nothing left to give anyone.

[ He tries to meet his eye again. For someone so young, and for Roland to speak to him like this, wise beyond his years...It's heartbreaking all on its own. When would these kids ever get a break? ]

Now take it from an old man and lend me just a couple of minutes inside this tent for now, okay? Have you even taken a sip of water recently?

[ There's some humor he tries to inject here now, and he's already summoning a water bottle from his Arms Band in preparation. ]