Slightly chagrined by Kelaine scolding her like she was still an Accepted, Kori wondered how she was going to tolerate her until they found Steivan. Of course a Yellow would be the last person she'd ask to gentle a man, but that wasn't the point of what they were doing. Bringing enough Aes Sedai to gentle Steivan on the spot would probably alert him to their presence well before they reached him. Not to mention a horrible breach of custom. Koriandre truly wanted to be no part of gentling her own warder. She had seen Logain gentled in Tar Valon; that was more than enough for her. She wondered which Aes Sedai would actually do the gentling, as there we no rabid man-hating Reds in Salidar. Purposefully keeping her expression bland and innocent she replied, "Of course we're not going to gentle him. Just find him and bring him back to Salidar. The Sitters can decide how to handle it from there." Taking a pause for a moment as in thought, Kori reached down smoothing out a slight wrinkle in her green skirts, then continued, "That was quite an interesting weave you put on Steivan.... I've never seen the likes. Almost looks like something a wilder would do." Looking outside the window it was far too late for them to leave. Riding in the dark risked injuring their horses. Kori would never put her Cairheinian gelding, Morning Star, at risk. In addition, Taryn appeared to need more sleep in order to recover. "Since it is too late to leave this evening, we will meet at the north stables at first light and no later. Only the Light knows how far we will have to travel to locate Steivan." Nodding her head to Kelaine, "I bid you good night and wil see you tomorrow." She murmured quietly to the almost sleeping Taryn, "Feel better. I know you are in the best hands staying with the Yellow Ajah." Kori was about to bid goodnight o Maera when she remembered the woman had no place to stay here. She couldn't ask her to sleep in this tiny room with Taryn. There was barely enough room for the three women to stand together in here. Kori had felt like she was half atop the small bureau. "Come Maera." she began, gently taking the woman's hand. "I have a trundle in my room you can sleep on. You can tell me all about the Three-Fold-Land."