Rapunzel doesn't sleep well, and she does wind up wrapped up in her hair overnight like a golden-cocooned butterfly. She's still dozing fitfully when the sun comes up.
"I'm worried me being nervous around people isn't going to go away very soon - or have an exception for m-my parents - and I'm not nervous around you."
"...I could stay a while if you want. Assuming they don't arrest me. And I'm pretty sure they won't arrest me."
He smiles at her again and brushes breadcrumbs off the front of his shirt.
Someone who was observant might be able to hear approaching hoofbeats at this time.
"...Huh, I think I hear somebody riding up behind us," says Rolan. "Maybe you should bundle up your hair again in case they step on it."
And then drops her hair in shock when the person behind them catches up.
Rolan is... just going to be over here, doing absolutely nothing. Not even making faces. Not even subtle faces.
"Will you come away from that - man, anyway, just to make me feel better, dear, in case he does something suddenly?"
Rapunzel considers this, and then looks around and takes several long steps, tugging her hair behind her, that take her away from both Rolan and Gothel.
He is standing next to a tree; he leans on it, to nonverbally indicate that he is not interested in doing any sudden things.
"Weren't you going to be on errands until the day after tomorrow?"
"There was a bridge out, so I turned around rather than detour and take even longer and worry you, darling, it's happened before. Did you walk all the way here? You must be exhausted."