Herself, as well. She struggled up onto her knees, and for the first time realized there were others in the tent. The two groups of women were not. Round-faced Sumeko and leine, tall and dark and pretty despite the lines at the corners of her eyes, hesitated, then remained with Nynaeve.
Her own dress had a high neck that brushed her chin with lace and no parts of it missing. Once, long ago, I saw three Myrddraal make a man give them his wife and his daughters one by one, then beg them to cut off his right leg, then the left, then his arms, and burn out his eyes. Then he left Riselle's spectacular bosom and ran all the way to the rooms Nynaeve and the other women shared. He wanted to be with his wife anywhere at all, and everything the way it was before.
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