And now, for the first time, she hesitates. Her hand smooths down the side of her skirt again, once, twice.

(Lan Mandragoran would have recognized the nervous tell instantly, after more than twenty years together as Warder and Aes Sedai. She has still never been able to train it out of herself.)

"There is a place," she says, finally, looking past him into the distance. Although her tone of voice remains calm, it is quieter than before. "Sometimes things... come from it. At least one might have been called a demon, of sorts. People have been harmed."

Her dark-eyed glance flicks back to him.

"I do not know how to stop it. Yet."