Roland makes a wordless noise of agreement, but studies Alain a moment before actually straightening up. Alain looks tired. Roland's own first arena hadn't felt like it'd taken much of a toll on him, and he does not think for very long on whether that is the case for Alain now. But Panem in general - that can take a toll, he knows. A heavy one. He does straighten then, and sets a hand on Alain's back as he walks inside. "Aye, let's go in. I'll make you some tea."