"Depend on luck, and Corlan Dashiva or the Forsaken, either one will have you for breakfast," she said, turning her horse out of the clearing, "Maybe I can think of a better way.
Come on. There's a warm fire at that inn. I hope you're going to let us have a hot meal before we leave."
Rand stared after her incredulously. You would have thought five renegade Asha'man, not to mention the Forsaken, were less bother than a sore tooth. Booting the gray ahead in a spray of snow, he caught up to her and rode in silence. He still hart a few secrets from her, this sickness that had begun affecting him when he channeled, for one. That was the real reason he had to deal with Dashiva and the others first. It gave him time to get over the sickness. If that was possible. If not, he was not sure the two ter'angreal riding behind his saddle were going to be any use at all.