She recognizes that fire! Blue! Blue ajah that isn't pink! Moiraine!

Flapping wings she still hasn't quite managed to make work in the proper way, she scoots closer to the offered hand, cuddling her soaked little self in the curve, taking as much care as she can to not scratch with unaccustomed claws. With a huff, she sets her head down on Moiraine's wrist and waits for a ride out of the white bitch's trap.