[ Moiraine raises a hand in response to Rand's questions, a familiar gesture that means wait -- in this case it also means later. She has answers for him, but now is most emphatically not the time. He might not be thinking about the immediate danger, but it's the foremost thing in her mind. She cannot and will not give any of the Regent's people the opportunity to claim Rand -- no matter who they might be, or what she might have thought of them before they made the choice to turn to the Dark. ]
Did you not hear me? [ This directed at Amos, ignoring his question; she hasn't taken her eyes off him. If this were a purely physical confrontation she'd have no chance; Amos is much larger than she is, and Moiraine has no training in fighting hand to hand.
She reaches for the Source, letting saidar fill her -- effortless, perhaps even more so than it was for her before this place. Holds it in reserve, ready to weave a defense in an instant. An attack, if she must. ]
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Did you not hear me? [ This directed at Amos, ignoring his question; she hasn't taken her eyes off him. If this were a purely physical confrontation she'd have no chance; Amos is much larger than she is, and Moiraine has no training in fighting hand to hand.
She reaches for the Source, letting saidar fill her -- effortless, perhaps even more so than it was for her before this place. Holds it in reserve, ready to weave a defense in an instant. An attack, if she must. ]
Let him go. Don't be a fool.