At least her own hands were steady. Faolain's mop of dark curls swayed as she shook her head for emphasis. Any such would have taken herself away long since. Was it him? He did not know.
And we expect more in the way of manners than I've seen so far! I certainly saw more the last time I was on a Sea Folk ship. So Nynaeve smiled and patted her. Wrinkling her nose as she veiled, Sulin led half the Maidens through at a trot. For one thing, he was forced to stand hunched over, even between the roof beams, or whatever they were called on a ship.
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