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As the air parts, she simply appears near her preferred table. Moiraine is carrying an anthology of poetry again this evening, and has a small notebook as well.

The Aes Sedai settles at her table and opens her books, with an idle glance around the bar.

[Summary: Elaine brings tea at Dream's request and is convinced to take a short break, in which she and Moiraine discuss Elaine's family and background, with great canon similarity identified, and then move into feminism and finally discussion of their worlds. Morpheus appears, and Moiraine thanks him for his consideration, and then they are simply cute together for a while. Later, she and Roland discuss Cort's arrival and whether or not Roland should tell him things about the future; at some point later, Peter Pevensie asks her to Heal Caspian (although the healing is rejected in Caspian's thread). Afterwards, she returns to her table and is joined by Bran, who discusses poetry with her-- and is stunned by a plotty revelation. Meg drops by and tells Moiraine that she'll be joining the ranks-of-pseudo-immortal-mortals after her own death, and this is still under discussion, as the thread is slowtimed. Finally, Nita Callahan introduces herself and asks for help with a problem that concerns Asmodean, which immediately gets Moiraine's full attention... (Say it with me, folks: slowtimed.)]

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"She wished to do something for me. I did not want to disappoint her."

He doesn't look abashed, because he doesn't know how to be. He just looks pleased that it pleases her.

"And you did not, I think."

Moiraine seems thoughtful.

"I had not met her before; we had an interesting conversation."

"Then I am doubly glad, my dear one."

He takes a seat, and lifts her hand to his lips briefly,

"What did you speak of?"

"Her family, for one, and her talent for Healing."

Moiraine glances up at him.

"I continue to find the similarities between the worlds of interest."

He smiles. A gentle, soft, and somewhat secret smile.

An Endless smile, of someone who knows all worlds and their similarities and differences.

"I am glad."

She does not ask, but smiles serenely back at him.

"And as there are a great many worlds that seem to touch here, and as I shall have a great deal of time to come, I suspect it is an avenue of study that shall remain of interest to me for a while yet."

"I have no doubt about it."

He nods, looking wry, and crosses his ankles.

"What was the similarity which engaged you this time?"

"The name was the beginning."

Moiraine seems quietly amused.

"I have known another golden-haired Elaine, of a noble House, who has an association with lilies, as it happens."

"Ah. Did the comparison carry?"

He nearly smiles, the feeling is there but the facial movement is not, at her.

"To a degree." She seems to be considering something.

"I shall be interested to talk further with her, I think."

"I have no doubt that you will."

Because she likes to talk to people. He smiles, just slightly, and runs his thumb across the palm of her hand slowly.

She curls her fingers around his and smiles up at him.

"You know me very well, I think."

"None better."

He says it quietly, for her ears alone, and in a tone as gently intimate as walks in the Garden at night.

Perhaps he means no-one knows her better. Perhaps that he knows no-one better than he does her. Probably both.

"It is perhaps only to be expected, I should think."

Also quietly, and with a hint of amusement.

"More than likely, my dear."

He leans in and kisses her chastely,

"I am glad to see you so cheerful."

Blandly, she tells him,

"I am as well as may be expected."

But she is smiling.

He laughs again, softly, and rests his head against hers,

"Of course you are, Moiraine. Of course."