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[blue_ajah]

Upon her return from Milliways -- without difficulty, as it happens -- Moiraine makes use of the telephone a second time without delay.

One ring.

Two.

Comments

[tibetanmethod]

It is completely -- completely -- absurd that he should feel hurt. At least it manifests as incredulity. "Moiraine, are you currently physically capable of providing the aid he's going to need against a threat of this kind?"

[blue_ajah]

This time, the pause is slightly longer.

When she finally speaks, there is an odd timbre to her voice, a thread of uncertainty.

"... I do not know," the Aes Sedai confesses.

A beat.

"But I must make the attempt, all the same."

[tibetanmethod]

With very precise movements he refolds the letter and hands it back to Moiraine.

With similarly precise language -- because what use is it going to be to protest? And isn't finding something to do better than not? -- he asks, with formal courtesy, "Will you allow me to accompany you?"

[blue_ajah]

Dark eyes widen once more, and she studies him with careful attentiveness for several seconds.

"... yes," she says, finally. "I shall, if you are certain that you wish to."

[tibetanmethod]

"I'm certain." His tone doesn't shift. "Thank you, Moiraine."

There's a shooting gallery in the basement of the sheriff's station.