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It has taken painstaking calculation -- several months or more, by the way days are counted in the bar -- to ensure that the passage of time between their worlds is reckoned in the way that they all need it to be.

Moiraine has exchanged more than one carefully coded message with Nynaeve, by now, and is certain of their alignment. Soon, very soon, it will be time to act.

Tonight, however, her errand is a much simpler one. The Aes Sedai glides into Milliways and, upon making a murmured inquiry of the bar, receives a small pack. She glances inside, and a satisfied smile curves her lips.

Moiraine collects the pack and makes her way through the room. Soon after, she is settled at a nearby table with a pot of tea.

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"It is certain," the Aes Sedai replies.

"For I do not think that this is something that I will be able to accomplish alone. Then or now."

Andrew opens his mouth, and pauses. Then or now ...?

"If you think you might need anything from me," he says, "just say the word."

She smiles, very slightly, but with true warmth.

"Thank you."

The barest pause.

"It is quite the path we have both walked, is it not?"

"Oh yeah," he agrees, his own smile small and reminiscent.

"Like the saying goes on my world: what a long, strange trip it's been."

"I would not disagree."

She tilts her head slightly, considering him.

"And you, yourself? What matters are new with you?"

"Not very much actually? I'm still working with the Watchers' Council, and with Angel and company ..."

A beat. "Okay wait, there was one new thing since I last talked to you. Uh -- I don't remember if I ever told you about what went wrong, like eight or nine years ago, when we brought Jonathan back to life?"

Moiraine arches an eyebrow at him.

"Perhaps you might remind me, to be certain," she suggests.

"We didn't find it out until later," he says, a little lower, "but ... bringing him back to life used up his afterlife. So he wasn't going to get one."

A beat.

"We fixed it. Wayland the Smith, he ... put it right again."

"... Light be praised," she breathes. "I am glad indeed."

"Yeah." His smile is deeper, and at the same time a little painful. "Like -- the one thing I thought I was never gonna be able to make up for. At least it's put right that far."

"I am glad, for your sake and his."

He glances down, still smiling.

"So since then its been pretty much business as usual. The city's still full of dangerous weirdness, and ... we do what we can."

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