It made a frightening amount of sense. He had not been crazy when that man had been thrown. The knowledge she had. The serenity and her dodging his conversation topics. It all came crashing down on him like a hammer on an anvil, and he suddenly felt different somehow. Not fueled with rage, though that certainly lingered on the edge of his periphery. He felt injured more than anything, within his chest. A feeling he wasn't used to. 

His hurt then gave way to the anger that had been boiling up. "Who are you?" he demanded simply. He held his staff up as if to defend himself, though he made no move to go on the offensive and harm her. Before she could answer, he then shouted hoarsely. "What else have you said that was a lie?"

"Nothing. Nothing was a Lie!" she said. "I only did what I needed to protect myself, and you!"

Ali seemed stuck between two courses of action, and neither seemed to be good for their current predicament with a Myrrdraal outside pacing. He still held his staff before him, but it looked more like a rigid posture, as if he didn't know what else to do with himself or his hands. "You bewitched me, didn't you?" he asked her. He'd been far more happy and protective of her than he had been for any girl in the village. 

She stepped forward, and he braced like a cornered animal. "Don't come any closer." he warned, though his body did not accompany his threat. But with the grace and confidence of a woman from the Arad Doman, and who had survived the initial trials of Tar Valon, she placed a delicate hand on his chest, and then cupped his cheek. Their eyes met. "Nothing was a lie," she said softly, looking into his maroon eyes. 

Broad shoulders lowered, and as he looked at her, he could tell she was telling the truth. "I believe you." he replied. Her smile lit up the dark room, but the moment was interrupted by a dark hiss from outside. [@Penny]