When Roland is silent after she first speaks, it isn't because he doesn't believe her. His heart twists to think of what must have happened to bring her to such a state. From somewhere in the pits of his soul bubbles an urgency to know who did this to her so he could destroy them when he became President. He chokes that urge before it poisons him.

"Of course," he answers quietly. And, having gotten the hint that his backrub wasn't helping, he places his hand on the mattress next to her to show he was still present, still there to help, but giving her the space she needed. "Whatever you need me to do. Can I get you some water, first? Tea?" Knowing it might be a long night for her, the least he can do is make her comfortable.