Leane's legs gave way, and she dropped like a sack onto the stool Ghesa sometimes used. The last was a clear afterthought, and reluctant at that. Besides, with her eyes closed, she could try to pretend that she was somewhere else. I am to hunt out.
Falion managed not to glare. Siswai'aman, they called themselves. Breane and Lini helped her dress, in blue silk slashed with green, with spills of snowy lace at her wrists and beneath her chin. Not that, or Perrin's doubts.
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