Instead of being fearful, Egwene steps back into the Accepted Trial Room shaking with anger that, in every scenario, she abandons Rand. She’s like “IS THAT ALL I EVER DO, YOU UNSYMPATHETIC BITCHES?!” and the rest of the Aes Sedai in the room are like “control yourself, child, you just won the prize”.

The room is very unnerved, though. There’s basically a crowd of Aes Sedai there now, and Sheriam is relieved to find Egwene not a dead mess of skin and bones. Even Elaida is visibly relieved. They finish the ceremony, throw some new clothes on her, and Egwene can’t help but notice how anticlimactic it all was. The Amyrlin Seat gifts her her new ring, and then demands some eventual answers to what had happened in the room tonight.

The bundle of clothes and paperwork (and the ter’angreal ring) is returned to Egwene. Everything looks to be in proper order without anyone being Ms. Snoopy about it, but Egwene will never know for sure.

So, anyway, Egwene nearly died and no one knows why. Egwene suspects that the ter’angreal ring in the room interfered with the ter’angreal arches, but she’s not fessing up to that one anytime soon. Elaida makes a point to tell Egwene that, as a “wilder”, she’ll never see Egwene as a true Sister in her eyes. Egwene thinks that if she’s not a Black Ajah, then she’s a cunt anyway.

Alanna, who spoke up about the hum before the Trials, feels responsible enough for almost getting Egwene killed that she offers to help her scrub pots and pans for the next decade, but Egwene doesn’t want to make a fuss. The Amyrlin is adamant against the idea too, so that’s that.

Egwene asks Alanna what it means to be a Green Ajah. It means you like to fuck, basically. Besides that, Green Ajah are colloquially known as the “Battle Ajah” because they usually join the men on the battlefield. There’s just that much passion.

After the whole bruhaha is over, Egwene returns to Nynaeve’s room to find Elayne sobbing in Nynaeve’s lap. Finally having the weight of the evening crash down on her, Egwene starts sobbing too. Nynaeve tells them it will get better with time, but shit will suck right now for a few weeks or so.

*trumpet fanfare* *fart noise* Congratulations, Egwene. Have a cake.