Who would've thought a guy would look so happy to hear his friend wasn't planning on dying for him? Firo wouldn't have, but his confusion doesn't make his relief--and happiness, because it's pretty easy to be happy when his friends are happy--at seeing that smile any less deep. He returns it with one of his own, a mixture of bemusement simple joy.

Most people would have Firo hissing and spitting if they called him 'lad' or anything similar to the dreaded 'kid.' It doesn't even occur to him to make a fuss about it now. Maybe he does smile just a bit more proudly when it's corrected before he ducks his head. "C'mon, this is just what friends're supposed to do "

He looks back up. "The answers aren't that important anyway. Well, obviously I wanna know what the hell's goin' on, but I don't need to. I'm just glad you're okay." He shuffles closer now, close enough that they're just bumping together. "And I'll stay."

Of course he will. Even if Roland had told him to get lost he still would've hung around.