Half turning to the steps, not quite looking at her, Elayne paused. Grayness closed around them in swirls, so heavy it was difficult to see the others clearly. Lassitude washed though her. She would.
Could it have been truth? In any case, what she did understand was more than enough. She did not glance toward the grizzled man with his fringe of white hair, but he grinned as though she had given him a bow; in truth, surprisingly, the Yellows did nod to him. She had done what was not done before, and she was certain she would again should it become necessary. Suppressing a sigh, he shoved the letter aside and pulled a kerchief from his sleeve to wipe his hand.
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