It goes against the grain to not keep something of a watch, especially this night, but if they're not safe in the presence of this Guardian, Alain thinks, there's nowhere safe in all the worlds. More than that, it feels different. Susan's here with them and not their guilty, grief-ridden memory alone; she's not lost in the haze of smoke and fire and pain.

(Roland's still gone, but even that loss feels quieter, here and now. It has the softer weight of acceptance and not the aching one of ka-shume.)

Cuthbert's thinking along the same lines, he can tell, from the quick glance he trades with his friend.

"If ye'd not be bored without conversation," is all he says aloud, however.