Dark and consuming? No, the winds are-- What, exactly? A friend? A kindness? If reason had any place left in her head, she would immediately scoff at the very idea. But the cold has worked its way so deep in her that all reason is gone, and all that remains is the certainty that she has to do this.

Let the winds in, and you'll never be alone again.

It doesn't make sense – it really doesn't, does it, so it's curious that she believes it so absolutely – but to her it's so very clear. She has to do this. There's rarely any chance of persuading Elayne once she's made up her mind on something, and that is especially true now.

She weaves the threads of air together and pushes, fully intending to send Nynaeve flying backwards. Anything to get the other woman out of her way.