When he's back with a fresh sheet of paper, Roland comes in a bit closer in an attempt to guide this new star into its ideal mold. But this he instructs silently, slowing in parts, watching to see if he can proceed, or repeat a folded step.

It's calming work, truly. Though talk of internet makes Roland curious enough to engage, a glance shared with Tidus in interest.

"I didn't know he had digital access..." Where was he getting signal from?? "But I was sorry to see him leave. I hope he's doing all right, wherever he's returned to." Roland has a small triangle in his hand now, but the folding continues, paced with his current star-folding companion for the moment. "What was his earth like?"

Long has he stopped assuming his earth was the same as everyone else's, after all.