[ he does remember, actually, at least on some level. angry as he'd been that day, he hasn't really dwelled on dextera's crisis of faith, or the ways it'd hit rand wrong. raw from the visions he'd had in venera, he'd done a poor job of reining in his temper, which makes the brief unpleasantness as much his fault as anyone's. and it hadn't been a malicious or cruel question. they are allies; and with the regent and kenoma out there, there's always someone to hate more.

he watches the lifted hand carefully, the spelled word until he understands the meaning. ]

The...shape of it. [ not for the first time, he considers how much better moiraine would be at explaining this. ] If I shape the magic the right way, then I can make what I want happen. Otherwise, it'll go wrong.