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Nynaeve enfolded Moiraine in a powerful embrace.

Moiraine stood for a moment, smelling distinctly shocked, hands out to the sides. Finally, she returned the embrace in a somewhat maternal way, patting Nynaeve on the back.

Nynaeve leaned closer and whispered into Moiraine’s ear, “Fight me.”

—  A Memory of Light, Chapter Six: A Knack