There was the sudden sense of being rested, of course. Perrin let go the contact with the wolves gratefully. A slender, dark-haired girl in gray sat at a small table with her head resting on folded arms, but even before she looked up, Nynaeve knew it was Egwene. As soon as the man's rapid footfalls faded, Rand slipped out into the corridor.
It seemed logical. The light. Is she angry with me? She'd certainly be angry if I had tried to kiss her. Egwene could supply the rest.
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