[ The ramble about cats, of all things, just earns a lift of her brows. ]

Sellswords? Or military? I should think the latter.

[ Moiraine sits back on her heels, thinking. ]

I felt-- unwell when I arrived [ --she's not actually going to say hatched, because that's ridiculous-- ] but that seems to have lessened, for the moment. Perhaps we will not always be so weak.

[ There's a pause, briefly, as of a woman weighing a decision that may be a great risk. Her right hand goes absently to her left for a moment, where her Great Serpent ring is not. Then she adds, ] If I could but touch the Source, the situation might be very different.

[ And she waits -- not with bated breath, exactly, but with anticipation for an expected reaction. She has just more or less told him outright that she is Aes Sedai, and that does not always go well. If she thought him a Darkfriend, or a Child of the Light, or someone equally so likely as to kill a channeler on sight -- she would have said nothing at all, but she's still expecting a reaction. Fear, or awe, or nervousness. ]