You have been so much on edge that the men walk on their toes, even Master Gill. He kept his word once given, so Nynaeve had made clear, however reluctantly, but leave one crack, and he could find a hundred ways to slip through. Elayne took a deep breath, though she went on softly. Nodding, she pressed fingers to his cheek.
The gash looked neither better nor worse than she remembered, a gaping, angry, bloodless wound slicing across the round scar. Not so much as the flicker of an eyelash betrayed their thoughts. And also Galina and whoever else was taken prisoner, whether by the Aiel or the Asha'man. Blood rushed to Nynaeve's face.
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