After a while, she exhales, tucks the journal under her arm and grips the key tightly, and approaches.

"Moiraine Sedai," she says, in a voice that is quite level. Controlling bodies is something the Reverend Daughter of the Locked Tomb understands. "Greetings."

For the first time, the pallid brown skin of her face is visible deliberately. Only a sliver, but it's striking after her intense privacy. The veil that swallows her face otherwise reflects that privacy well enough, though.