It carried armored shapes, and - Domon frowned in surprise - two women crouched in the stern. Rand's breath caught. A sa'angreal. One instant he was sailing through the mists, and the next he was not.
Well, sometimes you can run, he muttered. Forgive me, Aes Sedai. Honor to you both, Nisura said, bowing her head slightly. You didn't mean all that? We will leave here together? You, and me, and Mat? I can't, Perrin.
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