She looks away from him, back down at her hand. Moiraine carefully runs the tip of her index finger over her ring, feeling its texture.

I know dreams for dreams. This is reality.

For several long seconds, silence is her only answer.

When the price is high, that is how you know it is worth paying.

"It does not really matter, does it?" She glances back up, meeting his eyes. "There is much to be done, of course. Even so -- I can never return."