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Make her obey... what... oh Light... She had shouted for Selene to stop, and sure enough, the Aes Sedai had done just that. The Warder bond included Compulsion too? That was a crime beyond all imagining. There had never been a weave more forbidden, save Balefire. A fresh wave of soul-deep panic flashed through her, but she desperately shoved it aside. She knew if she let herself think about this, she'd faint again, and now simply wasn't the time. "Aes Sedai," she whispered, the best she could do with the woman's hands at her throat, "I say again for you to hear: By the Light and my hope of salvation and rebirth, I swear to accept and follow any pennance or penalty you choose to set me now or in the future, or may the Creator's face turn from me forever and darkness consume my soul. Assuming," she added with a touch of guilt-ridden irony, "that I am not already doomed to that fate by what I've done."

"Aes Sedai," she began, in tones of deepest respect and abasement, "it is not the same; Darz would have been willingly bonded. I was trying to do as you had said and dismantle the weave. I admit my arrogance and incompetance in having woven it at all. I had hoped I could convince you to teach me more about it by proving you could not stop me if I chose to use it." She shrugged. "And you couldn't have without Darz's help. But you are right. I didn't understand that it was this deep." Selene's words were very true; Gwynne could sense Selene's emotional state in great detail, and even hints of the woman's still half-crazed thoughts. "Who would think even the Power could do this? I believed it would be more like a permanent link." Why she was even bothering to try to explain, she didn't know. No amount of explanation, no amount of accident, could excuse such actions. She certainly didn't think Selene much cared.

Nanako stared blankly at the spot where Gwynne one sat. By the time she regained her senses from the girl's suicidal race after Selene, she again stared at an empty place that once contained Darz.

Blood and bloody ashes! They’re all flaming mad! Does no one have enough sense to leave a person alone when they’re in a rage! She took a little consolation in the fact that it was Darz who followed the two. If anyone can handle those two, it would be him. But still. Light, I can’t just sit around.

Picking herself up and finally taking the time to straighten herself out somewhat, she ran after the other three. Quickly, she wove a slight illusionary weave she had learned some time before. It would allow her to pass unheard, and meld into the shadows, but she would have to be careful. Although it would quiet her footsteps, anything she said could be heard, and she was far from invisible to the naked eye. It had come in handy when she was younger for sneaking out of the house under her father’s noise. As small twinge touched her heart as she put together the appropriate strands for the first time in years. She hadn’t used it since she ran away from home that night, and cursed it for allowing her to go undetected. But it needed to be used now. If she was spotted by any of them, she didn’t know what they would do.

Realization dawned on her as she entered the woods. Both Selene and Gwynne would be able to sense her channeling easily enough. Stupid, stupid girl. Now what are you going to do?

Releasing Saidar, she wasn’t ready for the backlash of her from channeling much too soon after collapsing from overdrawing on the One Power and not sleeping or eating. Her head rolled, and she had to grab on to the nearest tree for support. Bloody idiot! And you hold not thinking against them!

Gaining her balance, and swallowing hard to keep whatever it was in her stomach down, she continued on the path towards where she could vaguely sense Selene’s Channeling. She was quiet, and kept her senses open to what was in front of her. She wanted to get close to help if it was needed, but she didn’t want to be seen.

Keeping an eye on Jazral, seeing the bindings released as he visibily shifted, he responded back to Nikoru with a voice that was filled with irritation and frustration. He was not happy about this situation, but at least it wasn't happening to him. He had to agree with Jazral in wanting to kill the little girl, but it was an initial reaction. If she claimed it was an accident and swore as heavily as she did, then either she was destined to die here veryquickly or she was sincerely sorry.

"Maybe we should have left her back in Tanchico?"

Giving Markus a half grin, as humor was all that they really could rely on right now to break up the tension of the situation, she nodded, knowing he was watching the wolfkin Warder more closely than anyone else.

"Perhaps. Maybe tied up, with several Shields, and a group of Aes Sedai around her to keep her out of trouble as well..."

Gwynne sighed. She couldn't see or hear Darz any more than Selene could, but the Aes Sedai's comments would have made it very clear what was happening even if her emotions and thoughts hadn't. ~A'es din,~ she called aloud, ~Please release Selene Sedai and move away. You are hurting her.~ Unconsciously, she was assuming a protective role towards Selene; she never would have used such a tone on Darz otherwise, especially not after what she had done. ~Believe me, A'es din,~ she added, her voice and inflection soaked in sorrow, ~I know exactly what she's feeling.~ She stared towards Jazral, as if daring him to object to whatever part of her words he'd understood, if any.

You will release Selene, and you won't be taking Gwynne anywhere. You are not clear-headed, and it would be best for you to back away and not attempt to give me any demands.

Darz is, of course, projecting his voice from all around them. He's not about to release the shield on Selene, and he's prepared to bind Jazrel again. He's also watching and waiting to see if the same numbskull who sliced his weave would come around to try that stunt again. Whatever the case, nobody can locate him. He takes a seat under a tree near them all, and he's not going to be letting anybody else near.

You've given me no reason to think otherwise, Wolfkin.

Darz uses an undertone of distrust as he forcefully seperates Jazrel from Selene, holding her in the air with a pocket of air -- obviously not caring for the demands she made. He leaves him this chance to walk away and not be bound, again.