Cuthbert was still staring after Nariko in slack-jawed shock, and was taken off-guard by Kaine's hug, letting out a low oof! as she knocked the wind out of him. His confusion didn't fade, but he did hug her back, that familiar smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I don't know what spirits like you need," he wheezed, the lightness back in his tone, "but here in Mid-World we need to breathe."

Roland, who was looking more than a little misty-eyed himself, cleared his throat and nodded, tapping his throat in salute to Alain as the blonde followed after Nariko. Wiping his eyes, the dinh of what little was left of Gilead turned, patted Kaine and Bert's shoulders, and turned to head back to the gunslingers.

Alain, meanwhile, caught up with Nariko, raising his eyebrows at her. "Am I much mistaken, or did I just witness a marriage?"