<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/>Shayella’s shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug at Kalain’s seemingly bitter question.  “If I wanted to hear others renditions about what you have been doing during a week, I would read the reports before you arrived.  I would certainly have enough time.”  She said, the corners of her mouth quirking in a hint of a smirk.  Most of the time, she read the reports after he left.  It was easier to compare what he said with what the reports said and allowed her to remain impartial while he was with her.  Blue eyes never leaving him, she saw the moment something occurred to him and the way he slightly pushed the chair back caught her attention.  There was, as usual, so much going on with the man and he was too stubborn to share with her.  Noting the reaction, she kept it in mind but stayed focused on the current conversation.  Leaning back in the chair as his sarcastic words, she wished for the freedom to roll her own eyes but kept herself from doing as such.<br/><br/>Far more interested in what he had to say about Moira, she listened and studied him carefully as he spoke.  It was clear that something had changed but she hadn’t been lying about reading the reports before a meeting.  Again, as they watched each other, she could see the light in his eyes change just slightly and the small smirk cross his lips.  There was a good deal more than the man wasn’t telling her but, in truth, she was used to that.  He treated their sessions as little more than a game or, perhaps, a battle of wills.  “Did you enjoy your time with Moira?”  She asked him, one brow arching in curiosity.  She was curious but, as well, it might actually be some signs of acceptance.  “What did you two do at the faire?”<br/><br/>Her brows rose at his next statement but there was no part of her that was surprised.  He hated the sessions, as far as she could tell, and had done much to try to get out of them over the past year.  “You would like me to get to the point?”  She asked but didn’t wait for an answer.  Setting down the partially eaten honeycake, she wiped her fingertips on a cloth napkin.  “Very well.”  She paused, meeting his eyes, “I want to know if you are starting to accept Moira for who she is or if you are still comparing her to the dearly departed Elaine.  I want to know if you’re still in pain every time you spend time with her; if being around her is nothing more than a reminder of what you have lost.”  Shayella stated bluntly though her voice was gentle as she spoke.  She wasn’t actually trying to cause him pain.<br/><br/>“I would like, just once, for these sessions to not revolve around your distrust of Aes Sedai and the Tower as a whole.”  She said, not having missed the cues of just how much he seemed to distrust, or even dislike, Aes Sedai.  “I am not out to get you, Kalain.  I am not out to get you pushed out of your position.  I have been your advocate since Elaine died.  I fought for these sessions as many of the others didn’t even want to give you that chance.  These session, regardless if you feel it is a waste of your time, are meant to keep you as Master of Arms.  Even though you’ve often treated me like I might be a Trolloc in disguise, I have fought for you every step of the way.”<br/><br/>Blowing out a breath, just stating what she had been hiding from him felt like a large weight off her shoulders.  The sessions were never supposed to be about her but they had been making so little progress that perhaps some honesty was in order.  Leaning back in her chair, she shook her head.  “Now, I can’t imagine how it has felt to have so many eyes in the Tower watching your every move and treating you like you’re going to explode any moment.  Your anger and distrust is warranted but, ultimately, not helping.  So, if you want to get to the point and be done with these sessions and done with being watched, help me help you.”  She cocked her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.  “If you cannot work with me, that’s fine, we can find another Yellow Sister to start fresh with you.  However, before you make that decision, think carefully.  I have tried, very hard, to allow you privacy.  I don’t spy on you and I don’t read the reports about your actions before you arrive.  I am doing my best to let you speak with me on your own terms.”<br/>