<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>Kalain, Closed<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 7th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Private Room - Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/>Kalain was always late.  In the year since their sessions had taken place, he had been predictably tardy and Shayella (https://41.media.tumblr.com/a34af605c96beb4d140a881ce24f33c4/tumblr_nc39d5t3sM1twwtlao1_250.jpg) could only assume that it was a mixture of stubbornness and a lack of desire for the meetings in the first place.  At first, she was annoyed at his behavior but now it was different.  Now she set up the times and arrived just a bit before he would actually show up.  If he had noticed that the food and tea she had was still hot when he arrived now, when it hadn’t been before, he had said nothing about it and she wasn’t going to broach the subject with him.  She had no doubt that he would make himself even later or be prompt if he found out that she used the extra time to her advantage.<br/><br/>Smoothing the back of her yellow dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/69/32/7f/69327f6ab27b085275104116df08ea68.jpg), Shayella settled herself into one of the three comfortable chairs in the private room off of the infirmary.  As healing took many forms, the Aes Sedai had a few small rooms to work with those that needed healing of the mind rather than of the body.  Running a hand through her loose, black hair, she fixed her warm smile in place at the tentative knock at the door.  She knew, with certainty, that it was the novices she had tasked to bringing the food and tea.<br/><br/>“Come.”  She called simply, watching as the pair of them let themselves into the room.  Likely it was no end of annoyance to the Novices that she had been so specific in her desires for the dishes but everything was done for a reason, even if she never shared it with them.  Directing them as they placed the finger foods, on platters of blue and white, on the wooden table that acted as a focal point for the three chairs, she nodded her approval once it was just perfect.  The carefully chosen green tea cups were settled on their saucers and the matching tea pot joined the food.  Whether Kalain would eat and drink or not was up for grabs but that didn’t matter to Shayella.  It was the addition of the colors that mattered.  The colors of the Ajah’s had significance to anyone who had served the Tower as long as Kalain had and these colors in particular helped guide his mind where she needed it to be.<br/><br/>Dismissing the Novices after they were done, Shayella pondered this session, the warm smile falling from her face the moment she was alone again.  Kalain was not an easy man to speak to in the best of circumstances and was often quite volatile with her in their sessions when she was poking at the things that caused him the most pain.  Though, in the privacy of her own head, she could be honest enough to acknowledge that she didn’t blame him at all for that.  There weren’t many at the Tower that would welcome someone poking and prodding at their innermost hurts and vulnerabilities.<br/><br/>Rising as the door opened again, the warm smile sprang up instantly, a habit so well formed she didn’t even notice herself doing it and inclined her head at him.  “Greetings, Kalain.”  She said, skipping the formal title during their private sessions though she was careful to address him by Master of Arms anytime outside of it.  “Care to sit?”  She offered easily though demanded nothing.  If she told him to sit, she had no doubt he’d stay standing on principle and sit if she asked him to stand.  She cared not what he chose and let it be his choice completely.  “As always, there are refreshments if you’d like.”<br/><br/>Settling herself comfortably back in the chair, she poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it while he got comfortable.