“The simple act [of crafting] seemed to push back the gloom. There had been a shadow [on them] lately. As if he couldn’t stand in the Light no matter how he tried. He woke each morning feeling as if someone he loved had died the day before… it could crush you, that despair. But the act of creating something, anything, fought back. That was one way to challenge him. The one none of them spoke of.”

A Memory of Light, The Wheel of Time

via Mel