Nynaeve channels through the angreal on her hand, the light of saidar sun-bright around her to anyone that can see it.

She ignores the rest of the room as she hurries over to the dark girl--who must be Rose--sprawled out on the floor.

Light, this is worse than she thought it would be. Delving takes a moment, then two, and she's gritting her teeth as she considers the damage that will have to be repaired.

But there's nothing for it but to begin. So she does, spinning Fire and Water and Earth into the girl, followed by a cross-flow of Air and Spirit.

Call it an anchor. Or a hook.

And then the real work begins.