It was the coat he had worn coming back from Dumai's Wells, and she could see his hands tremble as he remembered. Bashere, and Dashiva and the Asha'man. Perhaps it would all go smoothly from now on. When she saw Egwene approaching, her relief bloomed like a flower in spring.
Caraline looked to neither side as they rode through the camp, but whenever they came near those men in red coats, her mouth tightened. Yet soon or late, she would be weasel-fur trim on Elaida's cloak. The last sounded more plea than demand, but when a woman planted her fists on her hips that way and fixed her eyes to you, she was not begging. He did not like things to do with the One Power, especially with the male part of it.
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