Roland and Verity
Her hand was small but capable against his killer's hand, the hand that had held the gun that killed all the good people of Tull. Now it rested over the round of Verity's belly, fingers splayed instinctively. Roland waited, silent.
When he felt the gentle movement, Roland gaze flicked to Verity's face. He didn't know if it was that baby's hand or foot or maybe even her head and he didn't care. Overwhelmed, words were simply lost on the gunslinger.