[ Inigo puts into words a nagging, more of a tug, that Tidus feels when Roland dismisses his healing. For no reason, even though it'd be quicker, easier - less fuss. But he's stonewalled, refused, and neither of them understand, they don't understand anything of what's going on.
He appreciates then, some answer to the difficulty in his own stomach. Fingers clenching around the salve jar in hand, so utterly swung into a muddling pit of emotions different from the worry and stress they'd been going through before, but not different at all. Just a different texture, more unsettling to the gut.
A fear of not knowing, except the source is Roland himself. ]
Fine. [ The salve goes back - it'd be too much of a hassle like this, and if Roland wants to hurry - and he brings out another bottle. Quicker, holds it out. An X-Potion, recognisable only by the colouring that makes it stand out from the others. ] Drink it. But you need to talk to us. You need to explain what's happening!
[ For once, he's the more speechless of the two, feeling displaced; voice not as confident as it should be. ]
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He appreciates then, some answer to the difficulty in his own stomach. Fingers clenching around the salve jar in hand, so utterly swung into a muddling pit of emotions different from the worry and stress they'd been going through before, but not different at all. Just a different texture, more unsettling to the gut.
A fear of not knowing, except the source is Roland himself. ]
Fine. [ The salve goes back - it'd be too much of a hassle like this, and if Roland wants to hurry - and he brings out another bottle. Quicker, holds it out. An X-Potion, recognisable only by the colouring that makes it stand out from the others. ] Drink it. But you need to talk to us. You need to explain what's happening!
[ For once, he's the more speechless of the two, feeling displaced; voice not as confident as it should be. ]