Mat eyed the woman suspiciously as she knelt beside Rand.

Mat eyed them warily, mentally daring them to say a word more - just one word!

Mat eyed the dice cup thoughtfully.

Mat eyed the man's posture, then contented himself with a deep bow.

Mat eyed him warily for a moment.

Mat eyed the ladder to the hayloft, then looked at Rand, crouched on the floor, and shook his head.

Rubbing his hands together against the cold, Mat eyed the purple wagon uneasily.

Mat eyed a bare-chested man who was rolling three shiny balls along his arms and across his shoulders without ever touching them with his hands.