He wondered that he did not hear her ribs creaking. She forced her back stiff to keep from trying to burrow into the rugs arid hide from those cold male eyes. From any other sisters, at least, who were not just as likely to be sent to fetch another's dustcloak if the wind rose. If you will forgive me.
She tried to think of Gawyn—he would be in Tar Valon with his sister, full of his pride for her, so earnest Five sets of eyes made him -wish he had kept his mouth shut. No one had seen any sign of those two young fools calling themselves Elayne and Nynaeve anywhere in the city; thank the Light, there had been no need to take dangerous chances. So did he, questioning every seller of sweets or fruit he saw, and every pretty woman afoot.
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