ching eyes were as wide as those of a frightened fawn, but she held her short-bladed dagger in a steady hand. Some of the men spoke as Rand hurried past. She gave him a look, then nodded. Caught by surprise, he unsheathed his sword awkwardly, tried Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose.
It would take time to find him again, but she was sure if she did not find him first, he would find her. Sometimes formality is necessary, but men often make more of it than they must. Egwene curtsied, then stuck out her tongue at the Accepted's retreating back. Yes, of course.
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