Well of course he hid things! But just ... Not with the same tactics that Nariko used, and that Cuthbert appeared to. It seemed like if Roland wanted to say something he did and if he didn't for some reason, he just didn't. There was no dressing it up behind a smile solely for the sake of keeping things to his chest, but she wasn't always so good at articulating that kind of thought. And even though none of what he communicated was reassuring there were parts of it that made her feel a little better. To respect and to have conditional trust was ... Good. She could understand that.

"I guess if even you can't, then I should stop expecting to figure it out myself." And maybe that would be enough to start with. He was Roland's best friend, part of something outside of her, it was romantic to think they might become decent enough friends but romantic thoughts hardly made themselves a reality.

For finally using her chest for its real true purpose she slid his hair between her fingers over and over again, so easily that one might think they always rested like this. She looked at him a bit oddly, though, "Technically you've asked that before, haven't you?" Or was it just that she had implied it? The day they met felt like ages ago and she was genuinely unsure, but the answer followed just in case. "I've killed just enough to stop having as much of a mental breakdown over it, yes."