Roland wastes a second on surprise - of course it'd be obvious that something was off, to someone who knew him. Rare enough that that's a problem, these days. And for a second, he considers it. Considers telling Firo honestly, asking him to come with him. Roland knows very well that he could use the help.

"I'll be fighting," he finds himself saying instead, and doesn't question it. "Same as you, Firo."

He could wish Firo luck and leave right then, and maybe he should, but something keeps him there. Something selfish, maybe, and something which Roland admits to himself is probably fear. He can't afford to spend much time here, but some. Enough to get Firo's agreement, maybe.

"You'll take care? Be watchful?"