Four on top of thousands, but these were personal, as far she was concerned. She did not appear surprised, or perturbed, except that her thumbs rubbed her forefingers nervously. Lews Therin laughed again, in such a way that Rand nearly blushed. »' She could not, actually, unless she was angry.
A tall woman of dark shadow and silver light stood before her. Gal-ina had been instructed to begin making al'Thor supple. To her vast irritation, Master Gill and Lamgwin looked to him before stepping back. These bubbles of evil—that was what Rand called them, what Moiraine had—burst where and when they chose, and there did not seem to be anything even Rand could do to stop them.
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