( The woman's words echo in Nynave's chest: she's practical enough to understand there's nothing she can do to create a fair world for the two dead girls. She's also annoyed enough at Apollonius. )

We were asked by a fool of a man, Apollonius, for supernatural artefacts. He deals in information we're looking to get, related to the circumstances of this place and where we need to go. I don't want to take your seeing stones —

( Tykhe and Cassandra drift closer, the first handing the stones out to Nynaeve. )

It's all fine. I only wanted them to find Cassandra. I don't need to see her when I know she's there.

( Nynaeve frowns, fingers slow to curl around the stones. Then she nods, tucks them into a pocket, and pulls out her overlarge knife to cut off two buttons from her coat. She holds those out in turn. )

We wouldn't leave you blind. Here, can you use these?

( Tykhe's smile is slow, and her empty sockets are sad pools of darkness; it's Cassandra who looks achingly uncertain if she's grateful or otherwise. Her hand reaches out, plucking the two buttons up, and starts to infuse them with another glow before she hands them into Tykhe's spectral grasp. )

You... didn't need to. Cassa, thank you. Strangers, thank you. And that Apollonius, well, if he wishes to see... I shall also see tonight. If that's when the gifting happens.

( She smiles at that, the buttons standing on narrow edges in her hand. )