Shockingly, Rand cupped Alanna’s chin, turning her face up. There was a hiss of indrawn breath from Bera, and for once, Perrin agreed. Rand would not ave been so forward with a girl at a dance back home, and Alanna was no girl at a dance. Just as surprising, her reaction was to blush and smell of uncertainty. Aes Sedai did not blush, in Perrin’s experience, and they were NEVER uncertain.
"Heal me," Rand said, a command, not a request. The red in Alanna’s face deepend, and anger touched her scent. Her hands trembled as she reached up to take his head between them.
Unconsciously, Perrin rubbed the palm of his hand, the one a Shaido spear had laid open yesterday. Kiruna had Healed several gashes in him, and he had had Healing before, too. It felt like being plunged headfirst into a freezing pond; it left you gasping and shaking and weak-kneed. Hungry, too, usually. The only sign Rand gave that anything had been done, though, was a slight shiver.
"How do you stand the pain?" Alanna whispered at him.
"It’s done, then," he said, removing her hands. And turned from her without a word of thanks. Seeming on the point of speaking, he paused, half-turning to look back toward Dumai’s Wells.”
—-Robert Jordan, “Crown of Swords”
I have been morbidly glad for Alanna’s bond for a little bit now. DO NOT take this to mean I condone it, that I’m not furious with her for it, or that I like it. However. I am morbidly glad that someone can feel just how much pain Rand’s in.
the amount of pain and anguish he goes through the entire series physically hurts. I’m just like baby noooo *cue sobbing*
Every now and again I’m just struck by Wheel of Time love.