[ Moiraine might be short, but she can draw herself up straight in a way that makes her look taller -- and she doesn't appear in the least put off by his stern look, returns it with one of her own.

At least at first, but then he mentions that his world might be gone and that reminds her of the vision she had, coming here. She doesn't wilt or crumple, but she falters, just a little. It cannot be true, she reminds herself. It cannot be true because then it would mean that she had failed, Rand had chosen the Darkness, or the Dark One was set free despite their best efforts and the world broke again-- ]

This is where we are now. Where we are meant to be now.

[ Her voice is even, composed. She's talking to herself as much as him, maybe more so. As she says the words her shoulders straighten again, though not without effort. ]

We will have time to learn our place in it -- and how we might return to our homes.

[ She doesn't know that -- but she feels it. They will not have been brought here only to die. ]