Moiraine's eyes widen abruptly, at this.

"It is not like--"

She sounds almost half-strangled, just for a moment, then stops speaking and takes a breath.

"I believe that you have mistaken what you have seen, Nynaeve," she continues, calmly, even as she becomes aware of her dressing gown and Raven's presence in a chair in her bedchamber when they entered. She resists the impulse to sigh.

"This is simply Raven's way, when it comes to certain people, of whom I am one."

She glances at Raven.

"Is it not so?"

There is, however, no doubt in her tone.