"...That's...a really good point." And a rather appropriate analogy. So effective it is that he's just going to stare wide-eyed at him for a brief second, before rubbing the back of his neck.

But he's so unused to trying to communicate with the spiritual equivalent of dry wall - sorry Bambosh - that he's mostly resorted to what he knows works: the invisible string connecting his heart's desires and thoughts to the higgledy hero in question. The only other higgledy that he may have the slightest chance of speaking to the way Tidus has bonded with his new pet now, was, well. Another consideration. Another order, for another time.

"So how'd she do it?" He tucks his hands against his sides, still crossed over as he leans his head somewhat, trying to immerse himself in Tidus's advice. How this turned upside down, a surprise to symbolize Roland's desire to help the teen now a makeshift tutorial for him to understand the spirits a bit deeper, isn't something he could have ever predicted. Nor is the quick attachment that quickly forms between them; pleasant when he stops to consider Tidus may have rejected such a bond.

"Did you watch her pray to them? Is it like asking for help, or...Was she a pal to them? To the aeons?" He blinks, brows furrowing somewhat. "What are aeons, anyway?"