<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Suana Bemesta<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Acting Sitter, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Not yet<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Secluded corner of the garden<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Suana let the healing weave settle into the man's body and watched as he would react to the healing.  Her hold onto his head was firm but not uncomfortably tight. She thought of not letting go when she was done, leaning in and giving him a kiss. Suana was not entirely sure how he would react to it, and so she decided to let it go for now. There would be a time for kissing later, if he agreed to bond her. Yes, there would be plenty of kissing, if he let her have her way. She would certainly not force herself onto him. She wasn't that kind of woman.<br/><br/>The damage receded and eventually, Suana felt that her weave was useless; there was nothing left to repair in his body. "There." She said, in a most affectionate manner, but she removed only one of her hands from the side of his head. The other came to cup his cheek, the soft ball of her thumb running along the cheekbone. He made a motion to test his shoulder and she took it as her cue to move away from him and give him his personal space back.  <br/><br/>"I consider you a friend, Galvren Valynar. You can come to me for healing when you need it, and fear not that my answer be negative. I trust you have good enough judgment not to come to me for little things that will heal on their own, but crippling damage should be dealt with to ensure you are always at the top of your game, and not left with residual pain for the rest of your life." Suana assured him, but when his stomach growled it reminded her of the content of the basket. She leaned back and grabbed the brown, woven picnic basket and opened one side on its rudimentary hinges.<br/><br/>"Of course, unruly stomachs can be a problem, but it is one easily taken care of. We have some aged cheese, a chunk of butter, some of the dinner's fresh bread rolls, some strawberry preserve… Or perhaps is it raspberry? She took the small jar from the basket and in the dimming light of the evening, the preserves were a dark purple color. "Blueberries. I love blueberry preserves. Ah… There are apples in there, and plums. I think the Mistress of the Kitchens doesn't understand the concept of a light snack, which is a good thing tonight. Oh, cookies. Chewy oatmeal cookies." She enumerated everything as she took it out of the basket, as well as a pair of plates, butter knives and forks, although she had no clue what they could use forks for. "And as promised, there is wine to drink. Before it muddles our senses, though, we have a serious matter to discuss."</div>