Crossing his arms, Jhanic considered the Accepted in front of him. Had the Wise Ones actually been there, they likely would have trained her with or without her permission, and taught her a thing or too about wanting to be rid of the dreams. But, as he had told them the day he entered Rhuidean, he was not a Wise One. He was no longer the Master of Soldiers, either. He was still an Asha'man of the Indigo Ajah, though. He would help Amaranie Tice. It would likely be difficult for her, but he would help. Without her particular Talent, he would have to think of something besides throwing her to the Wise Ones.
"Come with me, Amaranie Tice," he said without context or further instructions. He moved easily from the desk at the front of the room, leaving the book and the pitcher. He positioned his hide buckler and spears on his back and led her out of the classroom. He did not wait for her, but he heard her soft shoes pad against the floors, behind his own feet. Jhanic deliberately slowed his usual pace. He wanted to walk as fast as he could to the Vaults, but he did not want the Accepted to lose him, either. Out of the Indigo Ajah's quarters, he, walked to the Grey Tower itself.
The Aielman moved through the crowds with ease, but he still slowed his pace for his charge. Finding a staircase, he began to walk downward, toward the Vaults. He knew of a ter'angreal that would help the Accepted, or at least give her a starting point. He hadn't been to the Vaults that held the objects of power since he had left, but he still found the door that led to them as easily as if they were his own rooms. He stopped at the doors, then looked back at her. He gave Amaranie a warning not to touch anything or channel while they were there. She likely knew that already, but bringing someone who was not yet a full sister called for formal warnings.
Jhanic opened the doors to the Vaults and had to take a moment to orient himself. He found the quiet Indigo sister who was on duty there, and she pointed him in the right direction. He motioned for Amaranie to follow, and he began to follow a shelf close to the left side of the room. While he had been preparing himself to enter tel'aran'rhiod, he had come across notes on this particular tool.
He gently picked up one of six transparent cubes, six inches all the way around. It had many uses for dreams, but one of those uses would be where they would start. "I understand that you wish these dreams would go away, Amaranie Tice," he said, softening his voice. "I wish I could help you there, but Talents cannot be removed. Instead, we can start with this." He handed the cube to her before continuing. "Before you go to sleep each night, channel a flow of Spirit into this box. When you wake from the dream, it will be shown inside it. If it is a dream of something that could possibly happen in the future, the edges will glow red. For our purposes, I would like you to write out what happens in each dream you have, whether or not it is prophetic." The Asha'man paused at that. It seemed like a tedious task, but it did serve a purpose. "I believe that understanding your subconscious mind will aid us in this. For the dreams that glow red, be very precise, however. The others are to refer back to, but the ones in red will be our main focus."
With that, he thought of a schedule they would adhere to. "Come to my rooms every three days with these notes. If you have a dream that truly troubles you, seek me out, and I will help immediately. I know many in the learning ranks shrink away from me because I am Aiel, but I am Asha'man as well. I wish to help." He gave her a small smile that likely looked strange with his long scar. "If you do not have any questions on these instructions, you may continue with your day, and I will see you in three days' time."