Loial drew a shuddering breath. The brand looked a week old or more, all but healed. The Ogier looked from Rand to Selene, his ears twitching doubtfully, but he took his hands away. Loial kept checking his saddlebags; he did not seem to mind getting wet himself, but he worried continually about his books.
Sometimes that is what it takes, Nisura said, walking quickly. Rand pushed the man into the hall and pulled the door shut firmly. Somehow, that did not sound exactly right in his own ears; it did not feel right inside his head. I am sorry, my Lord.
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