Drabbles of life after

Day 17 CORRUPTION

WoTtober #17 CORRUPTION

"I might have guessed it would be you"

Moraine's voice surprised Nynaeve. She thought she was alone in this far corner of the camp. She needed some time to be alone, but, apparently, not everyone got the idea.

"What do you mean, Moraine?"

"I'm sorry, we had no time to talk before. Too much things vying for our attention" Moiraine had her hands laced through each other at the front. She seemed smaller somehow, now that she was not herding rulers or helping the Dragon meet his destiny. "I hope I can have a moment of your time, sister."

Nynaeve wanted to correct her, but the words "I'm not a sister" caught in her throat even without the Oath. Only after that she recognised how Moraine's words set their positions there and then.

"If you'd prefer to be called El'Ny..."

"No," she answered quickly. "No, sister would be perfectly adequate for you." Moraine nodded her head and waited. It was not something Nynaeve was accustomed from her. "You were saying something?"

"I only said it was not a surprise that you were the one to help cleanse Saidin."

"Why?"

"The most powerful yellow sister in years. Figures you would be the one to offer the most spectacular healing possible."

"Thank you?" Moiraine smiled at her thanks, but Nynaeve could see some ulterior motive. "What do you really want to say, Moraine?" Her voice came out a little too harsh, but there was no way to aus mend it now.

"I'm glad it's you. I wish you all the best."

Moraine turned and left and Nynaeve somehow felt the last sentence was poignant. Moiraine left, once again iterating that she approved.

Of her and Lan.

Then why did it feel like she was saying "sorry"?