"It is not, no," Moiraine tells her, as a golden light blooms around her.

She reaches out to touch Kim's forehead, very gently, and bright silver threads of light twist from her fingertips and dance across the younger woman's hair and temples, seeking-- and finding.

Kim may feel a gentle brush of Spirit shiver across the link in her mind even as Moiraine releases saidar and studies her carefully.

"I would not have thought you could find your way to such a thing as this, untrained in it."

A pause.

"How very desperate you must have been."