( She grimaces, fingers twitching toward the end of her heavily braided hair. )

Before this world? No. Not as such.

( More practical realities, more physical horrors, Fades and the like were real enough. Ghosts didn't need to be. Had no place until this one, and here, they simply won't stop. Just... sad, most of them. The ones like this especially.

Nynaeve shakes her head, then shakes it again, to answer the question even while she stalks forward, a woman familiar with the hunt and considering its merits. )

Not yet. If she's here. Her eyes... that man should choke on his request, hasn't she suffered enough?

( Eyeless and seeking, endless night after night. Nynaeve can empathise with the unending need to find, to track down, to protect. Failing that, to at least try. )