“The Wisdom in my village could cure anything,” Rand said as he knelt beside fedwin. Somehow, he managed to smile at the boy without taking his eyes from Taim. Fedwin smiled back happily and tried to take the cup, but Rand held it for him to drink. “She knows more about herbs than anybody I’ve ever met. I learned a little from her, which are safe, which not.” Fedwin sighed as Rand took the cup away and held the boy to his chest. “Sleep, Fedwin,” Rand murmured.
It did seem that the boy was going to sleep. His eyes closed. His chest rose and fell more slowly. Slower. Until it stopped.
The smile never left his lips.
“A little something in the wine,” Rand said softly as he laid Fedwin down. Min’s eyes burned, but she would not cry. She would not!
“You are harder than I thought,” Taim muttered.
Rand smiled at him, a hard feral smile.
Robert Jordan, The Path of Daggers, Chapter twenty nine, page six hundred and twenty three