Rand was alone, unguarded in the wolf dream. Burn it, that doesn’t matter! Perrin thought. If I lose Faile … If Rand died, he would lose Faile. And everything else. There were still Forsaken out there. Perrin wavered. He had to go look for her, didn’t he? Wasn’t that his duty, as her husband? Couldn’t someone else look after Rand? But … if not him, then who?
