A man in a high-collared, sky-blue Shienaran coat passed him with a wary, head-to-toe glance though the eyeholes of his mask. And Selene had said she would wait for him in Cairhien. The land was rolling, forested hills, thick with fir and leatherleaf and oak, but the path Hurin set led almost straight as Rand allowed the void to sweep thought and fear away.
They had doused the fire. His voice caught and held her like a noose. But she's good with the children. Her features still held firm, but Liandrin saw her swallow, and her feet shift.