<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>Galvren.  Mentioned: Yfan, Ishara, Theraeve<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/>After the late night she had yesterday, Shayella (https://41.media.tumblr.com/a34af605c96beb4d140a881ce24f33c4/tumblr_nc39d5t3sM1twwtlao1_250.jpg) wished she could have slept in longer but that was not to be the case.  The infirmary was always in need of yellows as many of them traveled or needed to accomplish other tasks for the Ajah.  Stort-staffed lately, Shayella had been working hard to cover several shifts in a day.  But, more than anything, her concern about what happened to Yfan and Ishara caused a lack of sleep.  Though she had personally delivered the message to Aleana, she couldn’t help but wonder would happen.  Maybe she should have mentioned something to Theraeve as well.  While not exactly in the Red’s purview, she was the person Shayella trusted the most in the Tower.<br/><br/>Sighing, she rose from the small desk in the office and stretched, arms rising above her head and her back arching slightly.  Ruthlessly pushing the thoughts of the kidnapping down, as there was little she could personally do, she blew out a breath.  Gazing down at the simple pale yellow dress she wore, the top tying around the back of her neck, she was glad she hadn’t forgone her appearance for the day.  When she had first woken up, it had seemed an impossible task to get up and about instead of sleeping for an extra hour.  Having forced herself to do as such, she was pleased at the decision now.  Her hair was up and bound in a fashionable style, her dress was casual but still pretty and a touch of make-up covered the signs of her lack of sleep.  No patient wanted to be in the hands of a healer that couldn’t even take care of herself.  At least, that’s what Shayella believed.<br/><br/>About to leave the office, Shayella nearly jumped at the light tap at the door but, thankfully, got herself under control before it opened, revealing an Accepted.  With her typical warm smile, she greeted the woman.  “Good morning.”  She offered Malene.  “I hope you slept well.”<br/><br/>“Good morning, Aes Sedai.”  The Accepted said with a small, respectful curtsey.  “I did, thank you.”  She paused and gestured toward the infirmary.  “Valdar Galvren Valynar is awaiting you, Aes Sedai.”  She informed her with a grin.  Malene often volunteered for duties in the infirmary and much of it had to do with the chance to interact closely with the Gaidin and those training.  Though it wasn’t entirely professional, Shayella often pretended not to hear the Accepted flirt with the men that came through.<br/><br/>“Thank you.”  Shayella offered, her warm smile deepening.  She liked Galvren and, though she hated to see him in the infirmary because she didn’t want him injured, she did like the chance to catch up with him.  Striding from the small office, she closed the office door behind her and made her way toward the man who had come in to see her.<br/><br/>“Good morning, Valdar Galvren.”  Shayella greeted him, a bright smile on her face.  Though she didn’t always use his title and likely wouldn’t again in this discussion, she always liked to offer her respects right away.  “How can I help you today?”