"I think so too," Roland says, and rubs his hand up Signless' arm to his shoulder, down again to his wrist. "I also think we've some talking left to do, starting with just why you've been trying to find a way to erase what you did. But we needen't rush to it. Take a moment, if you still need one. We've got a few to spare."

Roland takes a breath and stretches his shoulders, taking stock of himself. It's true that his body is once again sure that it's spent the last few weeks in the arena barely sleeping, even if strictly speaking Roland knows that is not quite the case. Not for this body. The coffee he'd stopped for after waking, though, filled to the brim with sugar and large enough to last him through his whole conversation with Harley, seems to be doing its job and he decides that he does in fact have a good number of moments to spare. Good thing, too. This isn't the kind of conversation that Roland would ever allow himself to rush through.