"In the White Tower, where I was trained, proper preparation and service of tea was regarded as a means to practice the nuances of control," the Aes Sedai tells him. "Including, of course, heating everything to the correct temperature."

Save for the heightened focus in her glance, nothing about her manner indicates anything but the same calm poise she has displayed so far. After a moment, the glow around her fades, and she curves her fingers around the cup he has placed before her.