She frowns visible as she tries to sort through the tangled weaving; the Spirit is easily handled, but the flickers of Fire are strange and dangerously woven. It is a complex weave; not unfamiliar, not unlike a Warder's bond in some respects, and the parts she knows are quickly undone and freed.

She cannot untangle the unknown aspects, however, not when she is working against saidin, the male half of the True Source.

But she will not leave the girl like this. Moiraine pales a little and holds Nita's hands tighter as she begins to weave something else, drawing on her own knowledge and on her husband's strength, as well.