The pause made his hackles rise. She might seem vague, but she was Aes Sedai, after all. The Amyrlin sighed. Rand, when Verin brought us here with the Portal Stone, I - I lived other lives.
As if uncertain what they would feel, his fingers brushed the stitching of a serpent curled almost into a circle, but a Moiraine smiled. At least it was not Trolloc script. Loial, you can't stay cooped up in here forever.
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