"Either you trust them or you don't, Juilin," Mat growled.

Mat growled, ignoring the way Nynaeve's mouth tightened at his language.

"Give them to Deryl," Mat growled as the bloody ring slipped from his finger.

"Maybe we wouldn't like what she did," Mat growled.

"I was given it, old woman," Mat growled back hoarsely.

"Put that away," Mat growled around a mouthful.

"I don't want him inside my head again," Mat growled.

"Go," Mat growled, sliding a hand under his cloak.

Blood and ashes," Mat growled, "they're always there, always right on our heels.

"If you want to go, then go," Mat growled.