A ridiculous thought. She did not want to remember, but now she had begun, she could not stop the words tumbling out. She was a handsome woman rather than pretty, somewhere in her middle years, and under different circumstances he might have enjoyed looking at her eyes. He had made plain how displeased he would be if that happened.
You must do it. Listening was not easy. Men made her skin crawl, and if one could see her now, less than half-clothed. The journey back was silent and boring, leaving her to worry whether she had done the right thing sending Lan, whether it was right to keep Nynaeve in the dark.
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