Roland watches as she gets up, watches her walk away. The room seems much larger, all a sudden, without her in it. There are windows near the room's other end, a luxury that so matches the rest of the place that it almost looks no luxury at all. The angle's bad, but he can see a little light from it. A sliver of sky.

Then she's back and he takes the glass carefully, watches her with interest. "Would you? Would you share khef with me, if we still can? I'm not as convinced that we're ka-tet as you seem to be. Or, we weren't."

But this place, Roland ending up here - not only in this world, in this building, but in this room - exactly when she happened to be passing, well then... perhaps. Perhaps soon.