Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Check out their triage and medical tents,” Adolin suggested. “Make sure we don’t need to send for any supplies before the Oathgate shuts down?” “Excellent idea,” she said. So cold, Maya thought. She’s not a good match for you. I’m surprised you considered it. I considered a lot of women, Adolin thought back. There wasn’t a lot else to do on the Shattered Plains. I courted basically everyone eligible and at least halfway interested. Wait, wait, Maya thought, laughing—something that was so good to hear from her. Adolin. Were you a slut? He about choked as she said it, but then smiled. She said it in the same exaggerated way some of his soldier friends did, good-naturedly laughing over one another’s failings. I, he thought to her, was not a slut. A trollop at worst. Besides, I find that a wise commander investigates every strategy, so that he knows his options. Of course, she thought. You are correct. A wise soldier knows all the best positions.