Kaladin- Has Plate

Kaladin’s Lashings piled atop one another as Syl spun around him, laughing. Storms, how he’d missed her laughter. With his hand outstretched, Kaladin watched as a windspren slammed into it and flashed, outlining his hand with a glowing transparent gauntlet.
A dozen others slammed into him, joyful, exultant. Lines of light ­exploded around him as the spren transformed—­being pulled into this realm and choosing to Connect to him.

Rhythm of War Chapter 110