He jiggled the tray. Their eyes glittered in the lamplight. She drew a breath and went on; her tone was coldly serene again, but angry white spots marred her cheeks. Aes Sedai wore their hair any way they wanted, but wearing hers loose had become a symbol of starting on a new life.
I don't intend to stop fighting, not as long as I can breathe, but I don't see any hope that I'll ever have the a'dam off me, either. In three or four days we can see that, at least. I'm afraid, she whispered. He gave a bitter laugh.
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