The Fires of Heaven (The Wheel of Time, #5)

by Robert Jordan

but if the woman had not smoothed her features, they might have found out whether she could bring herself to slap Birgitte cross-eyed.

One of the young lords pointedly sniffed a scented silk handkerchief whenever he looked at an Aiel. Rand wondered how long the fellow would survive. And what Rand would have to do about it when he died.

She kept adjusting the coat of Bael’s cadin’sor as if he did not know how to dress himself, and he had the patient look of a man reminding himself of all the reasons he had married.