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Roland nodded. "Sound enough," he agreed, taking his kerchief back and knotting it around his neck. For a moment, he let his fingers rest in her hair, and then he pulled away fully, offering his hand. A normal person might have asked if she was going to be all right, but Roland was hardly normal. Instead, he just said thoughtfully, "I'll have to go through the guns with Bert and Alain. Figure out which are good enough to be worth carrying. I'll take the rest back to Wei in the morning."