"I am glad you find it so," she murmurs, but she is studying him carefully as she does. Even if she had not been half expecting it, it would have been impossible for one such as the Aes Sedai to miss all the nuances of his reaction.

Moiraine leaves the chair without hesitation and crosses the small room swiftly to stand before him. She looks up into his face, her dark-eyed glance seeking his, and reaches for his free hand.

"I am sorry. I did not know how else to say it."