She had long since reconciled herself to being hopelessly in love. If she had not thought the Anan woman might abandon them on the spot, Nynaeve would have screamed. By her tone, Sevanna suspected this woman was stronger. If you believe anything, believe that.
Suroth swept toward Morgase, carefully holding her pale blue robe to keep her skirts exposed, snow-white, with hundreds of tiny pleats. On the ornately gilded clock, small figures of gold and silver and enamel moved with the chimes. Aware that she had gained an edge, Romanda smited, a faint curving of her lips. A good many of the Two Rivers men in camp did one or both.
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