Darkfriends stole it, Thom. Min wanted to take her arm from under Rand's head, but she could not make herself move. It just seemed natural to choose her, but . I know, Nynaeve said gently.
Many in the White Tower knew of the tricks she could do using that stone as a focus. Rand cleared his throat and hoped his face was not turning red. A curly-haired youth, as heavily muscled as a blacksmith. She did not look at Rand; to him, she seemed ostentatious in not doing so, and Mat and Perrin were suddenly intent on their own feet.
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