Nobody turns your bed down for you in the men's quarters. Her touch felt cool and sure. Lan thought he was secure, imprisoned in his fortress by fate and his own wishes, but slowly, patiently, the creepers were tearing down the walls to bare the man within. She's a bully, Nynaeve.
He sat staring at the leather pouch. He's tall, and sometimes he wears his sword on his back. On returning to his room he had found everything already packed and sent on. But he was my blood, boy.
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