( Nynaeve stood, feet planted firmly, eyes glancing over the expanse of the burial grounds. The make of it lies as unfamiliar as so much of this world, but not the intent; the poverty something understood from exposure, but no less pleasing, to see these markers for those passed and how many lie under recently disturbed dirt.

She wonders, briefly, if anyone has clawed back up, if the dark water has found fertile grounds here. She shoves those thoughts to the side. One task at a time. They need information, and by the Light, if it means dealing with more ghosts, so be it.

She breathes in, and out, tense in her waiting, forehead just shy of furrowing in the perpetual concern and frustration she seemed to exist within. The night stretches late, and cold, and the city fails to heal, and there are better things for her to do, but not more important ones for their ends in this particular moment. That frustrates as well, and she breathes out, sharp. She's not a woman for inaction.

Thus it is in the moment that the ghost begins to coalesce, moments of mist gathering to form among the tumbled stones and faded wood and hidden cairns below, the obvious ones low and visible above, Nynaeve straightens, and steps forward. Steps careful, but with firm purpose, along the avenues of the dead, while the sightless ghost pats her hands around, searching for something, mumbling about...

Right. Eyes. Whatever galls her in the vision of those blackened, ghostly sockets is swallowed down as her lips twitch in their frown. Nynaeve digs into her pocket, holding out one round stone, the second spilling out onto the ground, disliking and accepting this absurdity from the way Apollonius had smugly spoken, the words she'd later exchanged with the people who lived near the graveyard itself. Of a ghost who searches, first for eyes, then for something else, and how most would prefer to leave her to her hauntings, contained as they are. )

Tykhe.

( Nynaeve looks to her companion, holding out her other hand, expectant. The round stone that fell from her pocket and rolled toward them glints pale against the sepulchral ground beneath them. )

Will these help?