[ He doesn't get it. Roland pushes them off, pushes them away, and Tidus stays where he's been moved, frozen in his confusion. A fear growing underneath his emotions as it reflects stronger, raw and real in Roland's own eyes back at him.
Did someone do something to him? Use a spell on him, make him vulnerable to magic? It's all Tidus can think, grab to make any sense from this reaction. He doesn't want to panic, but it's as if a vice is gripping on him inside, threatening to tighten.
What happened? What's made Roland like this--? ]
It's just magic. My magic. [ As if that might make a difference, delivered on a voice feigning reassurance. But he'd glanced down with Roland's own look at the discarded bottles, and was more potion what Roland needed? An elixir? But he frowns, goes on to insist, ] I can close up the wound. It'll only take a sec. I'll make it quick! I promise!
[ Would it mean anything? If he assured him that he'd be fine, that it'll be okay. But everything about Roland now, so erratic, so unhinged -- Tidus calls up a small container in his left hand, the golden puff of magic disappearing around it.
One of the soreaway salves, brought on a moment of thought. But he keeps a hold of it, not offering. Not even sure if that's what he should be calling up and not something else. ]
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Did someone do something to him? Use a spell on him, make him vulnerable to magic? It's all Tidus can think, grab to make any sense from this reaction. He doesn't want to panic, but it's as if a vice is gripping on him inside, threatening to tighten.
What happened? What's made Roland like this--? ]
It's just magic. My magic. [ As if that might make a difference, delivered on a voice feigning reassurance. But he'd glanced down with Roland's own look at the discarded bottles, and was more potion what Roland needed? An elixir? But he frowns, goes on to insist, ] I can close up the wound. It'll only take a sec. I'll make it quick! I promise!
[ Would it mean anything? If he assured him that he'd be fine, that it'll be okay. But everything about Roland now, so erratic, so unhinged -- Tidus calls up a small container in his left hand, the golden puff of magic disappearing around it.
One of the soreaway salves, brought on a moment of thought. But he keeps a hold of it, not offering. Not even sure if that's what he should be calling up and not something else. ]