He takes her hand. "Somewhere I'll need to come back to if I'm to leave here alive. But-" The tip of one holster disappears with a soft, meaty sound into the mass beneath him. He breathes. Continues speaking, after a moment. "Should be alright to skip it, shouldn't it. To help you away."

He pulls at her arm, pulls his own legs up, grits his teeth. He isn't trying to pull her in, and with luck, that isn't what will happen. With luck, in a moment or few he'll be standing.

"It used to be, ah-" He looks up and around, at the hill around them and the field sliding down beneath it, looks behind them at the cliffside drop to what, in another five hundred miles or so, would become the sea. Then he looks down again to give his legs another tug. "A place learned men would go, study all these statues you see planted around. My tutor used to say another culture built them, long before ours. The last place it should all have ended."

"What kind of friend is it you're seeking, sai?" In time Roland will realize the only equivalent term most of his teammates understand is mister or miss, and he'll use them instead. For now it's sai. "Seems like there're better places you could've looked."