“Would that I could heal such an old injury permanently,” she says, watching the flame dance in his hand the way the stylized flame of Tar Valon does in its renditions. Coincidence, that he should have chosen such an example, or something more?

All things are part of the Pattern. Moiraine glances up at him, meeting his steady golden gaze without hesitation or evasion. “But that lies beyond my skill, I am afraid, although I can relieve discomfort for a time. Newer wounds are easier.”