And from the end of the aisle, Tidus strolls back to the both of them, a slim book in hand. Humming to himself a random quiet tune, posture at ease. He gives them a "Yo", no weariness or any other ailments that suffered his features before, and drops the magazine on the table where Inigo can see it.

"Thanks, pal. Here, I got this for you! It's something to do with dance."

With that, he slips himself back into the booth. All lively, all casual. Saved by Inigo's kindness.

Should Roland look his way, he'll not change his expression much -- just a tip of the head, a kind of 'What?', if the man wants him to explain what just happened. Do you think he knows why Inigo went through it with? It's Inigo. Live with it.