h1 style="line-height: normal;"a name="_Toc171706269"/aspan lang="EN-GB"#*#17 CORRUPTION/span/h1
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"WoTtober #17 CORRUPTION/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""I might have guessed it would be you"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"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./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""What do you mean, Moraine?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""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."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"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./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""If you'd prefer to be called El'Ny..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""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?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""I only said it was not a surprise that you were the one to help cleanse Saidin."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""Why?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""The most powerful yellow sister in years. Figures you would be the one to offer the most spectacular healing possible."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""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./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB""I'm glad it's you. I wish you all the best."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"Moraine turned and left and Nynaeve somehow felt the last sentence was poignant. Moiraine left, once again iterating that she approved./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"Of her and Lan. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span lang="EN-GB"Then why did it feel like she was saying "sorry"?/span/p