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[not_only_wisdom]

It's a madhouse, it's a charnel house, and for the span of a moment Nynaeve is frozen, pulled in every direction at once.

Absently she hears the singing of the fayth, but there is no time to concentrate on it, no time to be discomfited by the strangeness of it all, or the harshness of the light, or the prickle of electricity in the air.

She takes a deep breath, drawing herself to her full height (as unimpressive as that may be).

"Well. We'd best start somewhere, and quickly."

She's already rolling up her sleeves, a habit developed so long ago it's not even worth mentioning.

And then she turns to her left, nodding over her shoulder for Moiraine, and begins to work.

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[taishar_malkier]

Lan considers that, and Kimahri.

Milliways isn't safe. But there are degrees.

"She has friends there, and no enemies I know of," he says after a moment. Lan is a tall man, but he has to tilt his head back to meet the Ronso's eyes. "It is another world, where Sin has never attacked."

"Nowhere is entirely safe. But Yuna has more sense than many, and she is in no immediate danger there that I have seen."

[cycle-of-death.livejournal.com]

Kimahri--rumbles. It's not a purr, certainly; it isn't a growl, either.

Apparently it's enough, because he turns silently, his tail twitching, and stalks back out.

[taishar_malkier]

Lan respects a man -- well, cat-man -- who has a Warder's perspective, and who doesn't waste time.

He follows, in a swift predatory stalk that, for a human, is remarkably similar to Kimahri's. He came this way for hot water, and Nynaeve will be waiting for it.