They're not best friends, but Roy is pretty sure he's never seen Rapunzel flinch away from the sunlight before, especially not when it seems like she's bloody well made of it. She sounds tired, she even looks a little tired, and her words seem wrong coming from her, but they don't surprise him either.

He'd been right, something is wrong.

"Good thing I'm shite company myself," he answers, following her inside. He wishes he'd brought something, though he has no idea what the hell he might have brought that might make things better, especially when he doesn't even know what's wrong. "My expectations aren't very high."