Roland stares between his knees, takes a breath. "Alright." He stands. Foolish to really expect much, anyway. "I'll let you get back to it. If you need any help making reparations to anyone, call on me. I've heard gifts tend to help." With that, Roland slips the mess of blue yarn out from where it's been in his back pocket. The yarn is scarf shaped. More or less. "Think you'd have any use for this?"