<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Shayella Adair<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Theraeve, Closed<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Theraeve’s Private Suite<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/>Shayella’s black brows rose slightly at Theraeve’s groan of greeting, speculation dancing in her blue eyes.  It wasn’t the first time, nor did she suspect it would be the last time, she received such a greeting from her friend and her pleasant masked cracked a bit, her lips twitching into a slightly wider smile.  “Greetings, Sister.”  She replied to the groan formally, cautious as they weren’t yet private.  Though she was always outwardly warm, she was always polite and formal in public.<br/><br/>At the unspoken invitation, Shayella stepped into her friend’s room, grateful when the door clicked closed behind Theraeve.  The moment the door was shut, the polite mask dropped completely, her brows knitting together in concern.  It wasn’t often that Theraeve wouldn’t meet her eyes and it almost always meant that something had happened.  Settling on the unmade bed next to her, she cocked her head and waved away the question almost immediately.  “That’s less important right now.  You’re what’s important right now.”  She replied quickly, not cutting her friend off but, rather, concern for Theraeve outweighing any faire.<br/><br/>“What’s wrong, sweetie?”  She asked, keeping her concerned voice low, her hand landing gently on Theraeve’s shoulder.  “I’d heard that you’d returned and thought I should stop by.”  Her eyes scanned the bed and area around it quickly, pausing slightly over the ice pack.  Frowning, her eyes narrowed at the other woman.  Though it had happened before, it was concerning when Theraeve tried to handle injuries on her own.  Chasing after male channelers was a dangerous duty and, in her mind, Theraeve needed to be far more cautious with herself but that was the inner Yellow in her.<br/><br/>“Was this one especially hard?”  She asked, speaking of her adventures.  Though she wasn’t aware that a male had been brought back on this trip, she was aware what the Red Ajah was sent out to do.  Unlike many of the other members of her Ajah, Theraeve had always seemed to care about what happened to the males once they were gentled.  It always seemed to weigh on her and that simple act of compassion drew Shayella closer to her friend.  While the Red’s were necessary for the Tower and the world as a whole, their duties were of a nature that would have been incredibly difficult for Shayella.