Perhaps she still was. The voice had been a comfort sometimes, his only companion. It was like staring into muddy water; sometimes you had the impression that something had moved deep in those gray-brown swirls, but you could never tell what. For a moment, Merana wondered whether Cadsuane's wits might be wandering.
Too many people knew of the division in the Tower. For a stretched moment they stood nose-to-nose except for the difference in their heights; with a grimace, Nynaeve finally relaxed, and Elayne felt it was safe to release her. Surely that had spoken of her triumph. Peace be on you, wife.
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