"She shouldn't get used to it." Roland begins to run his fingers over her hair, looking down at her. "Those 'mini-arenas' won't always be something that can be avoided. I suppose that means it's time to start trying to make allies. The times before, one of us must have always been there. The more allies we make, the more chance someone will be. I should have been working on it already, but I..." It's just seemed too much somehow, too much even without the effort of trying to charm strangers. That's no reason, though. He doesn't have a reason. He shrugs.