"Yes," Harrow breaths again. "Once you learn to see it--you cannot even close your eyes. The world goes on living in the darkness. When I was a child, feeling the responsibility of every soul in Drearburh as the Reverend Daughter, I would close my eyes at night and feel them living and dying out there. They were so old..."

"When you know it better you can see everything... organs, systems, functions. My caretaker Crux, his heart was in dreadful shape. I used to scrub the plaque from it like I brushed my teeth, terrified to lose him."

If Moiraine looks at Harrow she may see that she is different; a thanergetic system, more like the living dead of Milliways than a living soul from outside. Her heart is weaker, worse; her muscles spindled not just from her lack of exercise but from the persistent wash of death energy over her form. The Aes Sedai can, if she can comprehend the detail, see the subcutaneous blood vessels begin to burst beneath the paint as sweat gives way to blood-sweat.