She glides after him, and takes a seat beside him on the sofa, rather than across from him in the chair.

Moiraine stares down at the surface of her own coffee for a moment, then says, very softly,

"To begin, I suppose, one must simply begin." She glances at him. "You remember, I am certain, what I did in order to buy the time that I felt necessary for my world, before Tarmon Gai'don?"

It is very nearly a rhetorical question... but not quite. Not quite.