[The vial is quickly stoppered and put away, and Elayne is about to ask the woman's name - really, a polite person would have volunteered it - when she finds herself practically shoved back.
It's just the woman's own reflection, what is she--
And then the eyes move. Just barely, but in the wrong direction.
Immediately, Elayne reaches for the Source, threads of white and gold light winding around her as she prepares to weave a shield between them and the mirror.]
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It's just the woman's own reflection, what is she--
And then the eyes move. Just barely, but in the wrong direction.
Immediately, Elayne reaches for the Source, threads of white and gold light winding around her as she prepares to weave a shield between them and the mirror.]
Step back. Behind me.