<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/GreenAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong><strong>Moira Niall</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11564337#msg11564337)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sister, Green Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Kalain Baneron<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Watching Kal and Theraeve<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>The Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Moira let a small frown pull her lips down when Kal said it didn't matter who healed him. It<em>did</em>matter. Her skills with healing weren't great, mostly things she'd learned on one battlefield or another but she could set a broken and that's what he seemed to have. A couple of torn muscles as well but she could knit those back together. If the Red had sliced him with an actual sword instead of bludgeoning him with a wooden practice blade he'd have been beyond her meager battlefield skills but, as it was, this was simple enough to handle.<br/><br/>Stilling her mind enough to do it, however, that was another story. She was still furious and a part of that rage was the very real fear that if Theraeve had picked up a real sword, Kal would likely have been dead before anyone could act. Fear and anger did not make good companions when one needed to tap into the Source. She also wasn't thrilled that, no doubt,<em>he'd</em>feel those roiling emotions and know that she was worried about, no afraid for,<em>him</em>.<br/><br/>That alone was maddening.<br/><br/>Drawing a ragged breath she let her eyes fall closed, concentrating on the sound of her breathing until her mind stilled and she could touch the peace that was the Source. When her gaze drifted open once more, it was with that calm stare that so many found unnerving about the Aes Sedai. Having knelt beside him, Moira now let her fingers move above Kal's collarbone, her hands dancing to form a weave of energy that would sink down into the man before her and pulls his bones back into alignment while knitting the muscles around them firmly back together as well. It wasn't as smooth as a Yellow could have done and she couldn't make it painless, but neither would he ever have to be concerned about a lack of healing when they sought out battles together. Oh there were things that were well beyond her skills, but she could, usually, stabilize a person well enough to reach a more skilled healer.<br/><br/>When she felt the bones knitting themselves back together as well she released the Source, a gentle smile curving her lips for just a second before her gaze settled on her Warder once more, and without thinking, her right hand lashed out and slapped his uninjured shoulder, "Never do that again!" she growled before her voice dropped so low only he would hear her words, "If you are going to push a Sister far enough that she truly tries to kill you, kill her first. I'd prefer not to start a war with any of my Sisters, but I damned well protect what's mine, and make no mistake about it Kalain Baneron,<em>you</em>are<em>mine</em>."