Anything he had done since leaving—anything he wanted to do, he amended, thinking of Tylin and her eyes; and her hands—any of it could have been done just as well from there. He picked up his coat and sword and gave her a bow. And that was the strange part. Nynaeve's face flashed pure scarlet, and she snatched her hands to her sides, her heels thumping to the deck.
The cour'souvra hung in midair, turning slowly, glittering in the light of leaping fires below. Aviendha drew herself to her full height, feeling as though the woman had rummaged through her garments and twirled her about to look at her better. Dumai's Wells had been a killing ground, a dying ground, but now it was worse. At least half again as tall as even the tallest of the Aiel,High Chasaline73Loial was just stepping carefully over crossed wagon tongues.
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