They make quick work of the task thanks to the combined effort, though his mind is ill at ease when more travelers show up. And they're not of the same breed as Roland or Quatre, already used to this kind of work. They were obviously displaced people from the tears, some quivering in fright, with others stunned to silence.

Roland grows equally quiet, watching them try to find their place in the inn with one or two ushers attempting to calm their nerves with soothing words. His arms cross over his chest.

"...I can't imagine what they're going through. It's one thing to be taken by the train, but to not even remember anything? Who you are or why you're here? I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."