.. What is even going on? Inigo has his eyes closed, but even he can tell that there's something getting lighter in the room, just judging by the colours of his own eyelids. Not to mention the odd feeling that comes over him so suddenly that it almost doesn't quite feel like his own. Like someone turned up the heating in the room.

It's why he opens his eyes extremely curiously when Roland says he can, and the fact that he's met with an empty room and a very, very unhelpful Roland only serves to make him more confused..

Until the tiny creature suddenly comes down. His surprised reaction isn't quite as dramatic as it usually might have been, since his mood still is way down compared to the usual, but he still leans back a little and blinks in surprise at the thing now standing on his lap.

Roland's words makes Inigo's gaze shift between him and Jumblie, back and forth. After a few seconds, the first surprised word that escapes him is just: ".. mine?"

He does recognize what it is. Kind of. It's one of Roland's little friends, isn't it? Different from the one he saw before, but similar enough for him to recognize this one as one of them. But does that really mean one can just.. belong to him? What?