( the ghost, lingering as she does without feet touching ground, cries and reaches out toward... nothing. )
Cassandra.
( nynaeve frowns, even as the stones are finally lifted into the ghost's hand, held up as if she peers from them directly, moving her hand in lieu of her head. )
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Cassandra.
( nynaeve frowns, even as the stones are finally lifted into the ghost's hand, held up as if she peers from them directly, moving her hand in lieu of her head. )
Cassandra?
My sister.