She was safe, away from him. No trace of gilt showed anywhere, of course, yet fine carving covered the red chairs arrayed along the walls and several small tables of a darker blue than the tiles. The Maidens stared at Rand, and began talking with their hands, sometimes laughing softly. Sometimes Siuan's plump animal labored, though she might just have been picking up her rider's anxiety.
Unless, incredibly, one claimant had won out over the rest, and over the Dragonsworn, and. Friends comfort one another at times like that. All of them—Wise Ones, Maidens and siswai'aman—ignored the Shaido the way Perrin would have a stool or a rug. saidar and stuffed a gag of Air into his mouth before he could confess what she did not want to hear.