Perrin did not feel like grinning at all. His hands pressed against her back, squeezing her tight, squeezing the breath out of her, but then, disappointingly, they fell away. How long? She was surprised her voice was so steady. She could not break down in tears now.
That name produced a pained silence, but it did not last. The one that had grazed her or the one that had struck Elayne. The sword and Dragon glittered on the high collar of his black coat. His choices were limited; Nerim had most of his coats for cleaning or mending.
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