He hops off the stream of water without further ceremony, and catches the celebration between mate and higgle pal. Roland has very little else to say apart from eating his own words, which he's happy to do if he can be convinced his hesitations were for naught.

"Well now, call me ye of little faith, then. You should be careful, pro. I might ask you to give me a ride to places more often." Roland jokes easily, patting him once on the back before moving to Gibbs who deserves just as much praise.

Except when Roland bends his knees to give the high higgledy its own just reward, his mind suddenly catches up to the adrenaline. Sorry for leaving you hanging like that, Gibbs! But he notices it fast; how things have changed all around them, and it feels dizzying that has nothing to do with their ride. He attempts to spot their location on the map, alert and on edge.

Roland frowns. "Damn. I didn't notice if we went north or east. Where do you suppose we are?"

The forest was a less visible on the skyline from where they stood, but they could be anywhere between the open plains or the far stretch of the yawning farmlands where they needed to alert the people of their plans.