He sheaths his weapons, returns them back into the fold of the arms band, and ignores the suggestion outright. Jogging over to Tidus, Roland is immediately on a crouch, the higgledies giving him room to move.
"Hold on."
The wound partially closing itself up thanks to higgledy magic remains Roland's immediate focus regardless of what's already been done. The familiar glow of a hammerspace activated glimmers in his hold, and one of many salves made of soreaway appear in the instant. Gloves would do no good, so he bites it off, peeling it from hand with a pull of teeth. It's all a rather quick motion, though it also brings something back for Roland that tugs a quirk of a smile.
"Kind of brings you back, huh?"
There had been a similar instance back in the day, where Roland opted to ignore his own wounds in favor of prioritizing others. Such growth they've both had, since.
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"Hold on."
The wound partially closing itself up thanks to higgledy magic remains Roland's immediate focus regardless of what's already been done. The familiar glow of a hammerspace activated glimmers in his hold, and one of many salves made of soreaway appear in the instant. Gloves would do no good, so he bites it off, peeling it from hand with a pull of teeth. It's all a rather quick motion, though it also brings something back for Roland that tugs a quirk of a smile.
"Kind of brings you back, huh?"
There had been a similar instance back in the day, where Roland opted to ignore his own wounds in favor of prioritizing others. Such growth they've both had, since.