Egwene is deep in thought as she tends to a small herb garden behind the Winespring Inn, kneeling down with her fingers brushing over the leaves. The late afternoon sun casts warm light over her, illuminating the auburn highlights in her thick braid. Her brown eyes are focused, brows slightly furrowed, lost in concentration as she examines the plants. She wears a modest green wool dress with a high neckline and long sleeves, an apron tied around her waist. A slight breeze ruffles the hem of her dress. The background features a wooden fence, a few clay pots, and the side of the inn.