All through when we rode back to the castle, I had the chest in my grip, holding it tightly.

Even when the guards offered to help, I turned it down, numbly. With my mind still far off at the thought of Jasmine.

Couldn’t believe she had been with me all this while. 

Just the thought of it made me upset…

Hated the fact that I couldn’t do anything to help her. Nynaeve had to explain that what I requested for was virtually impossible. A re-incarnation could happen but certainly not the exchanging of lives or souls cause the Moon Goddess wasn’t the devil.

“You almost died.” someone gritted out. I...