<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>Yfan, Ishara<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Night, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire - Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Blood<br/><hr/>Having received the parchment while at the faire, Shayella returned to the Tower to fill in for a Sister that had departed earlier that day.  Heading straight to the infirmary, not even bothering to change, she slipped into the small, private room to make some notes on her arrival.  She had no idea if the infirmary would be silent for the night or busy with the addition of the faire in Tar Valon.  Adding ale, wine and other similar beverages to a night of fireworks and celebration certainly had the potential of adding up to a great many injuries.  Or, with everyone so busy, it could be utterly quiet.<br/><br/>Just as she was about call for the Novice serving the yellows today, she heard a call from a familiar voice.  Knowing Yfan’s voice better than most at the Tower, she rose from the chair quickly, his call to her loud.  Rushing out of the room, her brows rose in surprise when it wasn’t him injured but, rather, an Accepted.<br/><br/>Striding quickly toward the young woman, her heels clicking on the floor, she winced at the sight of fresh blood on the towel.  “Excellent work getting her here, Yfan.”  She complimented, her brows furrowed as she tried to gently pull the towel away.  He had been in the infirmary enough that she often called him by his name rather than the title she reserved for most.  Gazing down at the wound, she nodded to herself.<br/><br/>“We can get you fixed up in no time.”  She said to Ishara, her voice both compassionate and confident.  Standing on the other side of the bed from Yfan, her gaze flicked between them, speculation dancing in her eyes for a brief moment.  While he was not quite a Gaidin and she not quite an Aes Sedai, she couldn’t help but wonder if they were already matched for the future.  The thought flicked across her mind and was pushed down almost instantly.  Now wasn’t the time to be curious.  Cocking her head, her brows knit.  “What happened?”  She asked generally.  A question she always asked because it was medically relevant and, of course, sheer curiosity.