Without a thought, his free hand rose, and balefire shot upward, a bar of liquid white fire slicing across the wave sinking toward them. Now, more than ever before, * she had to gather all her strength. Reaching into her pouch, she pressed three silver marks into Nyna-eve's hand and another three into Elayne's. She herself had been raised from the Red, after all, and in many ways still thought of herself as Red.
Pevara frowned slightly, but she did not say that in that case Seaine should not be speaking of it. It made sense to Perrin, though, to the part of him that could think of anything besides Faile. She sat there motionless, staring at him as if she never before had seen his like. Lini and Breane stood in the middle of the room looking at Tier.
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