To her surprise, Caddar was also observant. He read his pages aloud sitting on my knee—he might have read all day, had I allowed it—and did his numbers, so I let him go. Was he alone? Was Lews Therin a dream? If only they would leave him. Often much longer.
The Gray agent sent sketches, she said blandly, proffering the pages. Caira flashed a sultry smile at a fellow in a yellow vest who grabbed a mug from her tray and dropped his coin on it, but for once she had no smile for Mat. That is, if you will dine with me? Niall accepted, of course. Strangely, considering the taste she had shown in men—Beslan was fine-looking, maybe a little too fine, not at all her sort—strangely, she smiled slightly, and preened under his scrutiny.
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