<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/>Watching as Theraeve made herself more comfortable, Shayella’s lips curved into a smile and her gaze flicked to the fallen dress.  Fighting against the urge to hang the crumpled material so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, she forced her blue eyes back to her friend.<br/><br/>Squeezing her hands in return, she chuckled at the words both touched and amused at the same time.  “Oh, sweetie, I’m going to worry about you when you’re gallivanting around and fighting against male channelers.  I can’t stop that and, even if I could, I wouldn’t.”  Over her years as an Aes Sedai, she had watched many of her yellow sisters become more and more jaded, their compassion slowly leaving them.  While it was understandable and would likely make their duties easier, Shayella wanted to avoid that fate for as long as she could.<br/><br/>Beaming a bright smile at Theraeve as she laid down and gave permission to heal her, she shifted herself.  Turning to face her friend, she slid closer and rested a hand on her head.  Just about to start the healing, she heard her friend’s words and paused, her hands falling away.  “You’ve been selected to accompany the Amrilyn?”  She asked, her entire face brightening.   “That’s wonderful!”  She enthused, grinning.   Catching the last part a little delayed, her brows rose, pleasantly surprised. “I would be happy to tag along.”  She agreed easily.  While she had already wanted to attend with Theraeve, also being in the company of the Amrilyn would likely be fun.  No doubt that being in proximity to the head of the White Tower would be an experience in Tar Valon.<br/><br/>Pushing that aside for a moment, she returned her hand to Theraeve’s head, calling on the One Power and willing the proper elements into the healing weave.  While there wasn’t much to see, Shayella could feel the damage to her friend repairing, the concussion she had managed to acquire dissipating as the power flowed over her.  Once done, she let the power drain from her but skipped the normal warnings she gave about healing with the One Power.  Theraeve knew them all and had been healed by her personally on more than one occasion.<br/><br/>A small frown on her face, she cocked her head.  “You had a concussion and, of course, a knot where you got hit.  A few other more minor things as well.”  She mentioned just so she was aware.  Pondering quietly for a moment, her gaze flicked back to the dress on the floor.  “What are you going to wear?”  She asked, curious what her friend would chose while being an official escort to the Amrilyn.  “Something both regal and gorgeous would be fitting.”  She mused, chuckling at herself.  There were far more important things to consider in being the Amrylin’s escort for the night but she was sure Theraeve could handle all of that.  She fought against male channelers regularly.