As Keeper, Sheriam would have been all too happy to take these minor matters out of Egwene's hands. The Laurel Crown of Illian had been given a new name. He had some distance to cover yet, but he could see her; his gaze was fixed on her like an archer's on the target. No more than a slight tightening of her mouth, quickly gone, betrayed her disappointment.
That minds me of one thing. But learning that Wise Ones had taken part in the fighting at Dumai's Wells had hit them like watching the sun rise by night and the moon by day in a blood-red sky. He did not quite sneer. Not the cool of someone channeling nearby—maybe they were still at it below, but that was too far off—just the cool of silver.