After his last round of dreams, he'd woken up with whisps of silvers and grays in his hair. The palaver with the Man in Black, despite feeling like only a few years, had lasted a decade. Roland was still Roland, but he was skinnier and older looking. He was still strong, though, certainly strong enough to carry boxes and furniture to a moving truck.
His hand was extended toward Verity, offering down a glass of cold water.