[Elayne thinks that, on the contrary, it matters a great deal that Nynaeve can see her weaves and that she and Nynaeve are from the same world. But the response is curt enough and defensive enough that she elects not to pursue it. Not right now, at least, when they need to put all of their attention towards learning what they can here and then getting out before they're caught.

All information is useful information, even if it doesn't make sense yet. There's something here that Elayne just can't see yet, a pattern she can't quite figure out, but she will. She's confident she will. And so each piece of information that Nynaeve gives her is carefully added to her collection of dark water knowledge.]

I've been experimenting with the water. If I can figure out how it works, we'll know how to stop it. But so far, it's resisted all my efforts. Almost as though it has a mind of its own.

[She steps around the pool of spreading water to peer more closely at the grain itself. These ones are drenched, the sacks themselves so saturated with the water that it's leaking. But on another pallet are piled sacks not nearly so steeped in water.]

They're labeled differently, look.