Moiraine

This, of course, is the point at which Raven yawns.

And yawns.







It is really rather impressive, to some points of view.

Then he stretches, nose wrinkling.

"I have, I think, not slept for some few days, now."

He turns to Moiraine, head tilted.

"You will, perhaps, not so much mind if I am borrowing your bed?"

And then, without waiting for an answer, he stands and heads into her bedroom.

Surely it is a trick of the light that he looks a great deal shorter just before the door clicks shut.

Surely.