Roland simply nods in understanding, perhaps never able to truly comprehend how much of a rift their mutual kindness was mending for one another. But it won't stop him from fulfilling his part, playing his role. "I know you will, Inigo. I don't doubt it for a second.

His gaze will drift down to Jumblie as she settles against Inigo, at home and at peace, gifting him light he hoped she would shine down on him. Roland prays the bonds that tie them together will outlast whatever the void will put them through. And as he absent-mindedly pats the sheets of his bed, he doesn't fail to mention another perk of the gift.

"Y'know, Jumblie looks cute now, but she's quite the fighter." He says, a small grin forming. Knowing, encouraging. "She'll be there to support you in your journey, right Jumblie?" Roland knows her as the higgledy to make people smile, but he's used her in a fight too. Brightness that nearly blinds, absorbed into blades so they cut like the sun. "Work together one of these days and you'll see what I mean."