At his comment, Elayne looked to Thordon and chuckled in agreement. Then she turned her eyes back on Mar as he spoke again, putting a hand on his arm without even thinking. "Well, I hope things can clear up between you and Myitt. Even if they don't end up the way you hope they will, perhaps she can lose whatever tension this is that is weighing her down. She does seem oppressed, but of course, I didn't know her before today, so it's hard for me to make much of a comparison."
Suddenly, she realized she had touched him, and she withdrew her hand a little too quickly. Idiot, she chided herself. What the hell is wrong with you, even thinking about having a crush on him. He loves Myitt. And besides, he carries a freaking lace handkerchief. You dumb***.
Elayne reached for her Coke and drained it, hoping the cool beverage would prevent her cheeks from turning too red. She focused on Mar's last questions to get her mind off her stupid thoughts. "If so, it's my fault. I..." she hesitated and then sighed, "I lost the ones for whom I was fighting."