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[blue_ajah]

Moiraine's chambers in the House of Arch are well appointed and tasteful.

Still, to a discerning eye, it is apparent from the lack of personal touches that they are a guest residence and not a place where she stays enough to have become truly comfortable.

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[taishar_malkier]

"You do."

Lan is not EXACTLY saying so you're going to, right? Right.

If the subject of this conversation were less important, or Moiraine seemed more inclined to be stubborn about the matter, he would be.

[blue_ajah]

"I will not argue that," she says, a little dryly. Moiraine neglects to point out that she was sleeping when they arrived.

Carefully, she stands, and gestures for them to precede her to the portrait.

"Light illumine and protect you both."

[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

"And you, Moiraine."

Nynaeve stands, hands smoothing down her skirts.

She most definitely does not mutter 'you bloody well need it' as she heads to the portrait.

She is not that kind of woman.

[taishar_malkier]

Of course she's not.

"Light illumine you, Moiraine Sedai."

It takes a certain amount of talent to discreetly hover while being politely escorted, but Lan manages it. He has had a great deal of practice.

A light touch to the portrait's frame, and he and Nynaeve disappear from the room.

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine sighs wearily and turns away from the portrait, then looks through the door toward her bedroom, where Raven lies sprawled out across her bed.

She shakes her head, with a faintly amused smile, and goes back to the small sofa instead.

Soon afterward, the Aes Sedai is curled up there under a coverlet, sound asleep.

[creator_raven]

Eventually Raven stirs, nose scrunching up as he wakes.

There is no Moiraine.

Heaving a huge, put-upon sigh, he heaves himself out of bed, tiny child's feet padding softly on the floor.

His mouth twists in wry amusement as he looks down on her, curled as she is on the couch.

"You, I think, are a very silly woman."

Then, abruptly taller, he slips his arms underneath her and heaves.

Not that she is so very heavy.

It is the work of a moment to deposit her on her bed, tucking the covers firmly around her.

Then he resettles himself in the chair, humming softly.

His sister needs all the sleep she can get.