He draws back a little to watch Susannah as she speaks, eyes sharp and intent, starting to file the information away. But that, along with the questions he'd have about it, drains away at her own question. Roland breathes out, scoots back a little, rubs his hands a few times up and down her shoulders. "I suppose I owe you that story, don't I?" He murmurs it, as if to himself, then opens his mouth again. Pauses.

"Would you hear it now, Susannah? I can't promise I'll tell it as I should. Everything's still... I'm not sure I can make out the details." For a man who even before the training could remember scenes from before he'd learned to walk, that isn't an easy thing to admit. But it's true, and he'll give her only the truth. She's earned nothing less.