The Aes Sedai had been injured under Lan’s watch. He had failed his only duty, his responsibility to protect them shown to be too difficult for him to handle. Even now, as they sat on the bed, already healing from the Yellow Ajah worker’s weaving, he felt a heavy guilt settle on his chest. He wasn't good enough.

He shifted, abruptly bending to his knee and bowing his head deeply.

“I have failed you,” he said solemnly. “You must cut our bond.”