He burned as though the sun had flared to crisp him like bacon in a pan. The Amyrlin rose, and they hugged again. Time for a little balance work. How may this one serve the captain? he asked in a tight voice.
Egwene has the desire to heal, the need to. But remember this. It was a Shienaran saying, and he knew it sounded pompous before it was out of his mouth, but her manner had infected him, and he could not stop it. Even Verin and Serafelle would leap on him the way they would a scarlet adder in a nursery.
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