( There's a hole in the wall, where a metal pipe pushes through: with her head down this low to the ground, braid held in one hand, she can see that much. Nynaeve grimaces, her hesitation minimal before she shifts and lowers herself fully to the unpleasant reality of the floor, reaching out with a hand to investigate the glint of something metal from beyond where the decaying hole in the wall where the pipe enters.

The conversation is a pleasant foil for the necessary dirtiness of the work. )

You were perhaps courting, and you were perhaps not as alive as people think of themselves. Because of this computer? Is that anything like this bubble of world outside the larger world?

( Speak to her, tell her anything, as her hand pushes past damp, swollen wood and plaster, which proceeds to flake around her. Questing fingers find debris and cooler metal, or stone, she's not fully sure. Nynaeve pulls them closer with her fingertips, then continues patting around the space. More stone she thinks. Why is there stone rubble within the wall? A fire defense?

Nothing immediate, just more dirt. She pulls the two stones or whatever they are free, tucking them into her palm to look down at after she pushes back up off the floor. One looks too worn to be useful, but the other one... she holds it up, offering it for River to see. )

What do you make of this? Looks like one of the things that woman Karsa described, doesn't it?