<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Shayella Adair<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Yellow Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/>Shayella chuckled lightly at Galvren’s greeting but nodded her head.  “It has been quite some time since I last had the pleasure of seeing you.”  She paused for a second, “Though I must admit that I am pleased that your lack of presence here likely means you’ve been doing well for yourself.”  It was always a tricky situation with those she liked.  While she did enjoy seeing them and having the opportunity to get caught up on how they were, she didn’t particularly want them to be injured or sick.  Those visiting her in the infirmary was always a mixed blessing as she got to catch up with the busy lives of those around her but did so while they were being treated for something.<br/><br/>As he continued, her smile faltered and her brows knit together.  “What happened last week?”  She asked, feeling behind on what had happened with him and suddenly worried.  Last week Shayella had just been returning from Arafel.  While it wasn’t the typical trip to the Borderlands to heal wounded soldiers, they had instead been dealing with an illness that had ravaged a small village near a larger town, the concerns of it spreading into the town had been enough for them to contact the White Tower.  Undoubtedly, though the concerns were now eased, the payment to the Tower for the healing would be a concern to them for some time.  Stepping closer to the Valdar as he moved his arm, his face tightening in discomfort, she shook her head.  “I had been away for a bit and missed out on seeing you.”<br/><br/>“Mmm… I suspect you’ll get to keep your arm.”  She remarked, amusement dancing in her blue eyes.  She had never been bothered by a sense of humor in the infirmary when the situation allowed for it.  It was often a nice break from the seriousness that often occurred.  “Let me take a look.”  She said and gestured toward one of the more private beds.  “Would you care to sit for the inspection?”  She offered him and cocked her head.  “If you wouldn’t mind removing your shirt, it would allow me to see the damage from every angle and reapply the bandages if necessary.”  Though she was a woman in every sense of the word, she had never made a pass at her patients while they were in her infirmary, no matter how much she might enjoy the occasional glimpse of the men of the Tower.<br/><br/>“How much pain have you been in?  What regimen, if any, did Carella Sedai recommend for physical therapy?”  She asked Galvren, standard questions for dealing with wounds that lasted for a longer duration.  Though there was some concern about there being damage left behind, she was also quite aware of the limitations of healing with the One Power.  It was not only limited by what their patient had to give but also several factors on the healers end.  It wasn’t as simple as how much power a woman could call upon at any time but also the strength of their connection to Air, Water and Spirit.  On top of that, it depended on how much an Aes Sedai had already channeled that day.  If they had been particularly busy and called upon Saidar frequently, the exhaustion that caused weighed into each and every other healing through the day.