Roland slides an arm around her shoulders, squeezing briefly before drawing back. "Thank you for saving my ass," he says, smiling a little. He doesn't typically curse unless there's a good reason, but in this case it's an attempt to make her smile, and that's reason enough.

He stands, pulls his makeshift-purse higher on his shoulder, and raises a hand. "Take care to travel in pairs from now on, aye?" Then he turns and walks away toward a different, and hopefully emptier, house. And later, to his death, though he doesn't know it. Probably should have taken his own advice.