"Somehow I am not surprised," she murmurs.

She takes a small sip of the coffee, then curls her fingers around the mug, drawing in its warmth.

"I now suspect that there may have been more reasons than I was aware of at the time."

Moiraine looks up at him.

"I encountered Nynaeve, recently." A single second's silence.

"It appears that time has slipped backward, between when last I saw her and this most recent occasion."