<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>Yfan, Ishara<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Night, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Blood<br/><hr/>Listening, Shayella’s features falling into serious lines, her dark brows rose at the mention of the attack.  As Yfan spoke, she leaned closer to the wound, seeking anything that would indicate any form of poison or any other nasty surprises.  Rising from Ishara, she shook her head at the sight of the daggers, irate that someone would dare attack an Accepted so close to the Tower.  Though she gave little indication of her growing anger, her blue eyes darkened as she inspected the dagger in his left hand.<br/><br/>At his next words, she took a deep breath and nodded.  “Thank you, Yfan.”  She murmured.  She would tend to his wounds as well but needed to focus on Ishara even as questions piled up in her mind.  There was quite a bit missing from the story but there was one detail that caught her attention.  “Did you kill them?”  She asked the Trainee, her typically compassionate voice hard.  While she wouldn’t care at all if he did, the Master of Arms would need to be informed if they were still at large.<br/><br/>Cocking her head as Ishara spoke, she listened in entirety before speaking again.  “It’s the fault of the people that attacked you rather than your own.”  She assured.  While it might not have been wise to go rushing into an establishment when her guardian had specifically asked otherwise, it by no means meant that Ishara should be attacked.  "Personally, I am just glad you had Yfan with you."  She added as she now knew that he had saved the Accepted's life and kept her from being kidnapped.<br/><br/>Pushing aside her own rising anger as the rest of the story came out, filling in some of the gaps, Shayella shook her head, disgusted.  She wanted to wake the Tower and get people moving on this but that was not the way of the Aes Sedai.  Nor, really, her own methods when her anger wasn’t flared.  She was protective of the Novices and Accepted as they were under the care of the Tower.  Rolling her shoulders, she drew in a deep breath slowly and released it just as slowly.  “We’ll get you healed first.  The Master of Arms needs to be made aware so he can inform the rest of the Trainees, Valdar and Gaidin to take special care.  The Mistress of the Novices needs to be alerted so she can handle both the food and investigate within the Novice Quarters.  I will send a message to the Keeper and she can inform the Amyrlin.”  It was the proper protocol to inform the various people in charge of specific aspects of Tower life and handle the situation discretely.  If the people responsible for whatever was happening found out that they were investigating, they might simply disappear before the Tower could catch them.<br/><br/>With the plans of how to handle it in place, Shayella focused her energies on the healing.  Touching Saidar, she carefully wove the web of healing, calling water, air and spirit together.  As the power flowed from her to Ishara, she watched as the cut began to knit itself together.  Once Ishara was taken care of, she calmly repeated the process for Yfan.<br/><br/>Releasing the One Power, her shoulders slumped and she shook her head minutely.  It had already been a long day and, though she was tired, she knew that she would be on duty for at least a couple more hours.