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[lastgunslinger]

The Lady Death had said that there was hope, so Roland is sitting in a chair, smoking. Doing better. But not ready to face anyone yet.

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Ted says, "I'm staying here for a while -- until Jake is better. Rosa knows, and sends her prayers." And love, he means, but he doesn't say it. "I'm in room 289 for the time being. And -- I'll check in on Jake, and talk to Moiraine and Will."

When Roland nods, but doesn't say anything, Ted presses on. "Anything I can do for you, Roland?" A sad, sweet smile.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland shakes his head. His expression has lightened, a bit. Not much.

"Say thankya, Ted." Pause. "I'll let you know."

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Ted nods, and stands. "Then I'll leave you, for now." He crosses to the door, opens it, doesn't leave quite yet.

"It'll be fine, Roland." A smile that's almost reminiscent. "All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of thing will be well."

The door closes behind him.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland sits in his chair for a while. He rolls a cigarette and smokes it.

Then he gets up, turns down the coverlet, and goes to sleep.

It's deep, and dreamless. The sleep of the dead.