From
here, after certain events.
The room is quiet, except for the quiet murmurs of Nynaeve organizing her medical supplies, Rachel putting things away-
And the very soft sounds of a baby sleepily moving and occasionally fussing at this whole, big, new world she has found herself in.
It is peaceful.
Or so Svava would think, laying on the bed, exhausted, but happily holding Moira Rakel Kennedy in her arms.