Her gaze was more than direct; it was challenging. If you ever were in the Tower, I'll wager you wore white and squeaked every time the Mistress of Novices glanced your way. bout it—it was very hard not to drop back into behaving, even thinking, as the Aiel did when she was around t Trouble; he had .
There really was nothing to do but straighten her green coat, glance into the stand-mirror to make sure of her hair—and take his hand. She desired Amys' respect every bit as greatly as she did the Hall's. Even with Egwene, there was a distance now, and certain matters they would not discuss, such as whatever they knew of Rand's plans. Nynaeve was in no mood for niceties.
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