"It is." He affirms gently, with the dancing and running around tickling all the right places to earn such a display a hint of a toothy smile. But he returns to his new star now, remembering what to do and how to fold edges as if he's been doing this for a while now. Busy hands mean he can talk while works, though.

"But I guess that's why she was born. Evan and I once brought her to a little girl who was sad, and needed to see a higgledy again to lift her spirits. Jumblie here," Right on cue, as she hears his words, recognizes the memory for what it is, and starts dancing with the paper star juggled in mid-air. How she does this will forever remain an unknown. "She just made her laugh, and then suddenly, the little girl was okay."

Are higgledies of light shaped the way that they are coincidentally? Roland doesn't think so. The star he's folding is currently in the shape of random angles, but he's turning it around to pull out corners until the five points pop out one by one. He smiles into his work, the past invoking something more recent within him, a blossoming remembrance of how Jumblie came to be on the train for the boy before him.

With a knowing glimpse up at Inigo, he adds, "That's why I picked her, for you. You're exactly the same." He straightens up and shows the final star, this one, finally showing more of the pristine even sides that a more professional origami folder would produce consistently.

This, he offers to Inigo himself. "You make me happy. You make people happy. The perfect pair, I'd say. A sun for a son."