"You don't have to go." It was said with what could have very well been hope, something Roland was normally in short supply of. Just then, he did hope, that she might stay, just a little while longer. If she wanted to go home, that was where she belonged, wasn't it? Just like Roland belonged in his own home, in his own bed.
Whatever he was dreaming about was still a secret. It wouldn't be soon enough. Soon, it would be worth speaking about, no longer something that was just madness.