Roland steps in as soon as he's given the chance and doesn't wait a second longer to draw him into a light embrace, a hand behind his back and the other drifting to stroke the back of his head. Even if Inigo tried to hide it...no, he knows better now. When Inigo's smiles are real, and when he's trying to hide from his own pain. When his eyes glisten with unshed tears, or deep set sadness carefully tucked away. Roland is certain of it now, but he had to ask when they were more comfortable since he didn't catch the procession of those who passed the barrier.

For now, his focus was solely on Inigo. He realizes that seeing him this way hurt him too. His instincts wanting only to soothe him of his hurt, as soon as he could. Whether it would be temporary or not was irrelevant. "Of course I'd come. No need to thank me, pup. I'm here." He reassures softly, though he'd rather if they move to the bed now so Inigo can rest properly.

There's that thought again, the one that occurred to him the moment Inigo asked for a nap; the desire to solve whatever problem is ailing him. The natural inclination Roland's always had to help those in need, especially those closest to him. His family. It's why he took it from his bunker, and it's why he pulls away ever so slightly now, just enough space to drape something around Inigo's shoulders.

He'll know exactly what it is when Inigo comes to.

Roland's smile is warm as he places the purple embroidered blanket Tidus and Inigo gifted him from Irivar. Freshly laundered, smelling fragrant, clean. Something precious they gave him, something Roland hopes will help keep the darkness at bay as Inigo takes a reprieve from the sorrow.

He nods and tilts his head, signaling for their move to the prophesized nap. "Ready to lie down?"