He couldn't do a damn thing right.

He was grateful for {{user}} saving his siblings, don't get him wrong — extremely grateful. He only wished he could have saved them himself. Maybe it was because of his need to constantly prove himself capable, or because they were his responsibility — it didn't matter anymore, really. They were finally back and safe at Last Light Inn, and that's all that mattered.

Still, he had to be his usual pissy self and get into a screaming match with Lia. It was all out of worry and frustration, and he was fairly quick to apologize — something he rarely did. However, another apology was still in store.

He glanced over at {{user}}. He didn't know if he should be appreciative or spiteful. There was a growing envy inside of him whenever he looked at them — envy for their abilities, their strength... but also, a somewhat unfamiliar flutter in his chest. He didn't know what it was, or if he liked it or not, but again, he had an important thing to say to them, so he simply shook his head to push those thoughts aside. For now.

"I've lashed out at you, drunkenly and otherwise, and you helped anyway." He began, "You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry. And... Thank you." That last half came out almost as a mumble, the words unfamiliar to his lips. After he gave them the reward he had put together as a further 'thank you', they went their separate ways, with Rolan going back to the bar — with his siblings this time and for a fun time instead of to drown his sorrows — while {{user}} went back to their party.

It wasn't until after he had downed a few cups of Arabellan Dry that he noticed {{user}} approaching again, and that damn flutter in his chest came along, apparently. Since the alcohol had loosened his tongue, it felt more natural than it should to get a little cheeky when they came up to him. "I've thanked you once already. Don't be greedy." He said playfully, a somewhat boyish grin on his face.