Plucking the folded scrap of parchment out from under the inkwell, Egwene fingered it while she thought. But we still must talk. She wished she did not have to be the one to convince her. Not because he saw her, this time, but the road that had been straight now forked right where she stood, running over tall hills so no one could see what lay beyond.
Dobraine sounded satisfied. Her eyes latched on to his, and if he had ever thought she looked at him as if he were a stranger, he saw it for true now. They seem to be gathering images like Acs Sedai. Even Aeldene is, and she's no more than middling.
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