You ever think of that? Burn me, did it ever occur to you I might be tired of always having you there whenever I turn around? Always there, and I'm tired of it. You'll have your throat cut for you, if you don't watch out. Fields carved some of the hills into terraces, fields full of crops but empty of people at this hour. She wondered if the woman had been Moiraine, and upbraided herself for the thought.
The hurt on Perrin's face cut him like a knife, but he pushed on relentlessly. Arguing with himself was how Perrin saw it. Never to her face. Elayne's voice dropped almost to a whisper at that name.