Except, of course, that he could not. Cadsuane shook her head in pitying style. Channeling the oil lamps inside the tent alight, Egwene blew out the lantern and set it carefully in a corner. It was maybe a fraction harder when directed at the man in the black coat, but she seemed not to realize his intent yet.
There is trouble in the tents, she said in a flat voice. She certainly had few visitors. Bael grunted, but not for Dorindha's fingers alone. They helped her walk a step or two, but as soon as they let go to help her rescuer, her legs collapsed like towers of soggy mush.
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