Running fast enough to keep still
Nynaeve knew, when the door returned, that she'd be going back to chaos, to war, and to a desperate uncertainty about whether there would be a tomorrow to plan for.
But with Cadsuane getting her nose in everyone's business, that twice bloody and light-blinded fool Logain lurking around (why ever she Healed the man, she doesn't know), and Rand retreating from humanity almost faster than Nynaeve can catch up--
Well, it's no wonder that she's losing sleep. It's nothing to do with worrying about Lan. She's not the time to worry about her man, or Myrelle, or what it means that the Golden Crane rides again. There'll be time for that later.
She pauses in her brisk pace, running quick fingers over her skirts, twisting her braid around one hand. Then she squares her shoulders, takes a deep breath, and prepares to confront Semirhage.
Someone has got to advise Rand on what to do, and it may as well be someone who considers his survival her highest priority. The rest of the blasted world (save Lan, always save Lan) can bloody well go hang.
But with Cadsuane getting her nose in everyone's business, that twice bloody and light-blinded fool Logain lurking around (why ever she Healed the man, she doesn't know), and Rand retreating from humanity almost faster than Nynaeve can catch up--
Well, it's no wonder that she's losing sleep. It's nothing to do with worrying about Lan. She's not the time to worry about her man, or Myrelle, or what it means that the Golden Crane rides again. There'll be time for that later.
She pauses in her brisk pace, running quick fingers over her skirts, twisting her braid around one hand. Then she squares her shoulders, takes a deep breath, and prepares to confront Semirhage.
Someone has got to advise Rand on what to do, and it may as well be someone who considers his survival her highest priority. The rest of the blasted world (save Lan, always save Lan) can bloody well go hang.