It's Roland's turn to see more than he was perhaps meant to, but unlike Sigma, he does not look away. Not until a moment later, anyway. He sees, understands, and does not stare. "It's hard, loving. Especially the young. They'll learn their own lessons; we can do aught but be there afterward. Sometimes not even that."

He takes a few more steps, looks around, and turns to head toward two trees that've grown leaning close against one another. As shelter goes, that'll do for a while. "But Initiate-" Roland pauses, pleased to find himself beginning to smile. As surprises go, find a connection so unexpected is a good one. "I'd think someone looking out for him would have just as much cause to worry. Do you know, last time I saw him he was leading me into a stampede?"

He shakes his head, stopping as he nears the trees and taking another look around. "I'd think it strange, if we didn't all live so close together. What's that saying, the friend of my-" Stop. Take a second to try and untangle the web of connections here and remember what they're called. Hell, he'd bet no human alive knows the proper troll terms for it, anyway. "-of my lover's sweetheart is my, ah. My traveling partner, I suppose."

Roland squats, leaving the mess that sentence had turned into behind, and sets the birds he'd been carrying on the ground. "If you'll prepare the fire, I'll prepare the food. Unless you'd rather?"