She could have been in someone else's body and Roland would have known her, but he was glad she was in her own. This time, he didn't ask to touch her. He laid his hand over hers. He didn't need to look down to know that the hand was young, even younger than Verity's. "Hile, Christina," he said, his gaze shifting down Verity's body...her swelling breasts to her swelling belly where their hands were resting.