He'd been just about to pull his hand away, sensing it might be time, but it seemed his sense had been wrong. The touch was almost intimate, but Roland was sure he was reading too much into it. It was possible that he missed Meetra enough that his signals were off and he just desired the company of one, most especially one who resembled Susan both physically and reminded him somewhat of her personality.
Roland cleared his throat and averted his gaze down a little, realizing he was staring. "In my dreams, my mother used to tell me a rhyme," he said. "It always made me sleep." He was suggesting a try of it on the baby in Verity's body.