She might be just eighteen and well short of a true Amyrlin's grandeur, but she was no fool. It sounded very like a sigh. The red-haired woman's teeth clicked as she snapped her mouth shut, and she stared fixedly at Rand with brilliant blue eyes, avoiding Sorilea's glare. Not frogs; those snores sounded like a hundred saws cutting logs full of knots.
I must\ I cannot do the Impossible, certainly not in days. She had brought supper on a tray last night, while he tried to hide under the silk bedsheet. She was still trying to fight down giggles, but every time she cut her eyes his way, the color in her cheeks renewed itself and so did the giggles. Elynde always tells me I am not firm enough when you speak out of line.
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