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[blue_ajah]

She had returned first from Quinn's world to the bar, and then later that night to the Dreaming.

Moiraine had not expected that he would seek her in public, not in light of this. And so, instead she glides through the hallways toward the upper reaches of the castle and the balcony there.

She does not know for certain where he is; she can no longer tell, not without the Warder's bond. It is merely a guess, based on what she knows of his habits.

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He's there, but he isn't upset.

It was a shock, to be certain, to feel it snap and to suddenly have no more knowledge of her than of any other mortal, but...he isn't upset.

He knew (in a far, distant way) that it was nothing she did on purpose.

He knows (in a much less distant way) that it wasn't something she would seek.

It was, however, probably for the best. Part of him wonders if the Eldest Brother was dipping his fingers in. He won't ask.

"Moiraine."

[blue_ajah]

"Morpheus."

She has had time to find her balance once more; and it is not as though this is precisely a new experience. The sense of loss that comes to mortals with the snapping of such a link is still keen, however.

A long pause, as she studies him carefully, trying to read his expression.

"How are matters with you?"

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"Different."

He says quietly, and his expression is cool. Normal. Not serene, exactly, but that state which passes for it with him,

"Are you alright?"

He knows, too, that these things affect mortals more strongly than they could him, so she is the one that he is worried about.

[blue_ajah]

"I am as well as may be expected." Tranquil for tranquil, now, as she guards within herself the level of her reaction.

"You are aware, I know; you could not be otherwise. But -- how much do you know, of what occurred?"

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"Something of a non-answer, my love."

He still loves her. He always will. Right now he thinks that it is best she hears it (although he no longer knows).

"I know very little. I know that you did not do it on purpose, but I do not know what, exactly, happened."

[blue_ajah]

"It is still a true one," she tells him quietly. "There are effects, but they will pass."

This may be both reassurance for his sake, if needed -- she cannot tell if he is feeling anything of the agony a mortal Warder would have-- and also confirmation that she herself is and will be well enough, with time.

A pause.

"There was a portal to another world. It was something of an unexpected event, as it happens."

To a degree, at least. Even now, she can hear Raven asking, The anchor is always part of the ship, yes?

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It hurts. Of course it does. But there is also a relief because that part of him which he eagerly and joyfully bound to something a little too close to mortality is no longer fettered in a way that it was not meant to be.

It was his choice to form it, not his to break it, but it is better this way.

He walks to her, and offers his hands,

"Ah. Something within that world broke it, then? Or the world itself?"

[blue_ajah]

She places her hands in his, looking up at him as she says quietly,

"I am not certain." A beat. "I suspect it was passing through the gateway itself, if it is as before..."

Before, when she had fallen through the ter'angreal with Lanfear into the realms of the Aelfinn and the Eelfinn.

A second's silence, and then,

"The world itself is like unto a stedding, in some ways."

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He nods, and leans down to press his head against hers,

"I do not think that it was for the worst."

Finally, after several seconds of silence,

"I do not like to think of you hurt, but I think it is probably better this way. It will allow us to be ourselves, without the blurring of lines of duty."