"It will not hurt," she repeats softly, closing her fingers over his as a dim golden light blossoms about her.

Not as bright as it would be in the bar, still in Twin Peaks it is faintly visible all the same. Silver threads spiral from her fingertips, racing over him like a wave with the lightness and delicateness of spider's silk as she studies him intently.

Several moments pass before a small smile curves her lips. Moiraine opens her hands to allow him to pull away, while the aura around her fades.

"You have not been tainted." As soft as before, but utterly certain.