“I did not even have a chance to send a message to Rand.” Elayne got in after, and the lamp winked out. The small windows let in only dribbles of moonlight. “And one to Aviendha. If she is taking care of him for me, then she ought to take care of him.” “He isn’t a horse, Elayne. You don’t own him.” “I never said I did. How will you feel if Lan takes up with some Cairhienin woman?” “Don’t be silly. Go to sleep.”
