That's how the Pattern works. It had only been a cut. The round Cairhienin woman smiled, and Nynaeve's face darkened. Still laughing, he stepped into his gateway and let it close.
Eight gilded stand-lamps against the walls, mirrored to increase the light, provided illumination. That can be an asset, properly directed. It was quite a trick. I intend to make sure we follow the best way, and whoever can't learn to change, or won't, had better learn to live with it.