The Amyrlin sat up, working her shoulders. Not like Rand. Egwene stared, her mouth dry. Let me see your boots.
lear blue gaze had made kings and queens, and even the Captain Commander of the Children of the Light, drop their eyes. You're letting fancies take you, he told himself irritably. She frowned slightly, but her face was clear again in a blink. The heat and the light, suffusing his limbs like water sinking into dry sand, filling him.
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