[ Tidus's apprehensions are so palpable that by the halfway mark, Roland creaks open one eye and knows for a fact that even before he can see him, he knows Tidus isn't quite meditating the way he wants to.

But to this, Roland only smirks to himself, shaking a bit of his head and closing his eyes back again. He won't really know what goes on in that head of his, but he does know there's a lesson eager to be taught here. And he is but a willing student; that much is true. That much is real. ]

How long?

[ The time on his SCA? No, not quite. ]

How long have you been meditating, before a fight? Truth be told, I only do this in my lonesome. Maybe before bed.

[ Which is why he also stifles a yawn, this also genuine, hiding it behind an elbow bent to catch the motion. He finally opens both eyes and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling earnestly. ]

Guess it's why I feel more tired than I thought.