On Jamie's name, Roland gives Alain a distinctly odd look, almost a disturbed one. Here's another name he hasn't heard in years and years, must be, hasn't thought of in some time, and he has to take a moment to slot Jamie into the portion of his mind which is 'now'. It is, for Alain, isn't it? Has he realized yet that he is never going to see Jamie or any of the others again?

Roland ought to know. In the old days, the days in which the two of them were bound by brotherhood and fate, he would have.

Getting too caught up in the old days here and now may well get Roland killed. He takes a breath, then slides carefully down to kneel in front of Alain's leg again. "Aye, we'll grab something on the way out. Take this stick for me, hold it about here. And this other one, here. Once I finish tying- shit, can't do that either. Not like this. You'll have to hold one end of this too. And then something to lean on for you, I think. Maybe out of that door."