[ It's absolutely unnecessary; Moiraine's lips thin and her jaw sets, especially when he's dragged by the hair. She's avoided provoking the guards, not because she's afraid of them -- she is afraid, but not of them -- but because she thinks it may be more practical not to. Ever the pragmatist, looking for ways to turn the situation to her advantage.
But if she had this man's build and what she suspects would be a great deal of strength in a better situation, perhaps -- perhaps -- she might fight back. He's obviously no stranger to battle, and being handled in such a way surely leaves him sore in the emotional sense. ]
Well, one may at least credit you for trying.
[ The words are dry; she doesn't fault him, not really, even though she thinks there's a certain amount of futility in pushing back against their demonstrably stronger captors. Moiraine sighs, looks him over. If she could touch saidar -- if she were not being shielded by some force or power she doesn't recognize -- she would at least Heal him. As it is she's struck by how little she can actually do to help, aside from providing him company.
But she does walk away after a moment to fetch one of the bottles of water, because she thinks the guards may have allowed her new acquaintance only as much as he's needed to stay alive. One of them gives her a suspicious look, and she raises a placating hand as if to emphasize she is, in fact, not a threat -- though now, associating with this man may have made her someone to watch. If there are consequences to that, she'll deal with it later. ]
Here. [ She hands the bottle to Estinien. ] If you're at all thirsty.
[ Or perhaps he just needs something to wash the taste of blood out of his mouth. ]
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But if she had this man's build and what she suspects would be a great deal of strength in a better situation, perhaps -- perhaps -- she might fight back. He's obviously no stranger to battle, and being handled in such a way surely leaves him sore in the emotional sense. ]
Well, one may at least credit you for trying.
[ The words are dry; she doesn't fault him, not really, even though she thinks there's a certain amount of futility in pushing back against their demonstrably stronger captors. Moiraine sighs, looks him over. If she could touch saidar -- if she were not being shielded by some force or power she doesn't recognize -- she would at least Heal him. As it is she's struck by how little she can actually do to help, aside from providing him company.
But she does walk away after a moment to fetch one of the bottles of water, because she thinks the guards may have allowed her new acquaintance only as much as he's needed to stay alive. One of them gives her a suspicious look, and she raises a placating hand as if to emphasize she is, in fact, not a threat -- though now, associating with this man may have made her someone to watch. If there are consequences to that, she'll deal with it later. ]
Here. [ She hands the bottle to Estinien. ] If you're at all thirsty.
[ Or perhaps he just needs something to wash the taste of blood out of his mouth. ]