"I have never thanked you," she said, though she had to grit her teeth to get the words out. "I do so now. He lives because of you. I realize that. However, Myrelle, this is not a time to push me. Today, I have seen people I love slaughtered, I have been forced to consign children to living...
It is fortuous then that the winds carried you to Tar Valon.
The Old Warder and Hen is far from common, and you'll find no bed warmer than the ones at the Gleeman's Corner.