He can still hear them talk, head above water and resting against stone. A similar thought occurs to Roland, how funny these things turn out after the chaos dies down and they're left in the quiet. It settles in nicely, though, like it's meant to be there. A friendship he never expected to gain, but cherishes regardless.

Roland chuckles, returning to his old sense of self. Lets himself float nicely again, limbs gently swayed by the natural waves of the pool.

"It's fine, let him go. Not unless we want to give him another hug before he leaves?" He jests, eyes closed peacefully.