Reading path of daggers and it's just so sad to watch a band of Aes Sedai suffering with cold, charcoal fires, slipping on ice. How far up your butt does your head have to be to not take care of basic things using the Power?

Egwene spent countless evenings channeling fire into piles of rocks for Aeil sweat tents! Why TF is she tolerating crappy charcoal braziers for her study? A little air igloo and she could be toasty warm!