Nynaeve's teeth score her bottom lip as she weaves red and green strands together, clearing out the blood and burning it away, at the same time as she spins a delicate network of silvery-blue and yellow filigree to stitch the blown-open heart back together.
And then--then she can start putting the rest of Rose's body back together. Sweat beads on her hairline--less from the power required than because the work is delicate, every weave precise and well-placed.
But eventually she sits back, hands still resting lightly on Rose's shoulders.
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Date: 2008-04-13 09:03 am (UTC)And then--then she can start putting the rest of Rose's body back together. Sweat beads on her hairline--less from the power required than because the work is delicate, every weave precise and well-placed.
But eventually she sits back, hands still resting lightly on Rose's shoulders.
"Rose? Answer me, girl."
Her voice is rough, eyes a little unfocused.
She is, after all, still embracing saidar.