Healing and herbs did not call to Roman in any special way. He did enjoy books, and often would read over Blue's shoulder if he didn't have anything of his own to digest, but he had skipped out on the herb journals and felt relatively indifferent to the practice. It was... not beautiful, was as best as he could describe it; sickness was often dirty and gross, the very closest to death, and something about that repelled the delicate child of love. He was not very vain, nor did he consider himself obsessed with pretty things, but there was no mistake that that which was not beautiful did not appeal to his senses in any particular way. Perhaps this was the same reason he could admire his siblings' lovely pelts and fine bones, with little interest in the more basic coloring you might find elsewhere. Perhaps he was more haughty with his tastes than he anticipated.
That being said, Blue was here, and so was Pincher. That was enough to provide Ro with contentment; he settled beside the bengal betta with a quick smile in greeting, curious eyes focusing on Pincher as their father discussed the framework of the game. (It seemed like a game, anyway.) "I just want to watch," he supplied, lightly; really, he was here to support Blue and watch him thrive in his element, but he had a feeling that his brother might be embarrassed if he actually announced that. Roman theorized that Blue didn't want them to think he needed support and cheerleading, that he was perfectly fine on his own. That was fine by Roman; he could support silently, with curious looks and smiles whenever Blue answered correctly.