Keeping her hands low, she dug the bracelet out and slipped it around her wrist, a band of silver made so the catch was invisible once closed. A better-fitting coat than the one he had worn from Dumai's Wells, dark blue and plain. riii would eat his boots if they had not also been thinking they could reach Rand before anybody else. Without a thought, his free hand rose, and balefire shot upward, a bar of liquid white fire slicing across the wave sinking toward them.
Myrelle wasn't even the beginning, Siuan. Chosen from the strongest of the Shaido Wise Ones who could wield the One Power, they were six or seven for every Acs Sedai around Rand al'Thor, yet Sevanna saw doubt. All he had on was the foxhead medallion on its cord— much good that had done—and the black scarf tied around his neck. With an effort, she moderated her tone; he was ill, and harsh words never helped sickness.
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