Heh. Lyna’s like, “If I am dead, I’m not going to sully my uthenera with moron-blood. If I’m not dead, maybe I’ll come back and slip rashweed in his smalls.”
This thought is Reg-approved. :3
Oh gods. I CAN SEE THIS:
Lyna: (post-Tower-of-Ishal) …All the Wardens are dead. ‘Cept me and Alistair. It’s two Wardens against a Blight!
Carrow: Well. Looks like the Blight will get your world after all. Can we watch? Is there that popcorn thing?
Lyna: *glare; stealth; RASHWEED*
Carrow is the rain on your parade.
Lyna responds by capsizing the boat and stealing the only life jacket!