And it takes no time at all for people to enter from the other side; Susannah's chair thunders through the door, with Lan at the handles. She's disoriented for less than a second, her eyes rolling as she takes everything in--and quickly honing in on the only thing in the room that matters, as far as she's concerned.
Her face is stricken. But it's in Nynaeve's hands now.
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Date: 2008-04-13 08:33 am (UTC)Her face is stricken. But it's in Nynaeve's hands now.