<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Nasha al'Maena<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Brown Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Not yet<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 7th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>North gate<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha's lips formed a "o" and her eyebrows raised when he mentioned why he was being Tower-bound. Nasha glanced toward his shoulder, but she knew she was no yellow. She wasn't sure why he had not been completely healed since he had been hurt by what Nasha considered to be the stupidest test there was. The only thing that prevented her to take a stand against it was that Aes Sedai were also tested at the end of their training, and the test was even more dangerous. "So you are ready to give your life to save an Aes Sedai." Nasha said, softly. It was a statement, not a question. If he hadn't been ready, then he would not be hurt in the shoulder and there would be a very pissed Aes Sedai somewhere, claiming for the Master of Arms to be demoted - and frankly, given how unstable the man was, it might have been a good idea.<br/><br/>"I would love for an escort, but perhaps I can do something for the shoulder. It would be no trouble for me to tie a weave around your shoulder that would make people want to avoid it." It would avoid him some bumping into, at least. She was looking a lot more for the company than the protection, but the latter could not hurt.  "I am surprised that the Yellows didn't fix you up completely, though. It isn't like them to leave a task half done. Too bad healing is not among my strength." Nasha said and she glided to the other side of him, the hurting shoulder as if she could actually see his pain if she came close enough.<br/><br/>Nasha embraced Saidar and for just a few second, she basked in the feeling of it's warm embrace, where everything seemed more vivid, sharper, so much more alive, and she wove spirit and air together in a tight net around his shoulder. Being a man, she knew, he would not feel a thing of what she was doing and even if he refused, she could leave the weave there and he would be none the wiser. For a while, at least, he might grow suspicious if no one ever touches his shoulder.  When she was done, Nasha glanced toward the north gate and offered a genuine smile as if to say "shall we?"<br/></div>