[font=Yellowtail name=Yellowtail]I want you to know / She's not coming back
Look into my eyes / I'm not coming back[/font] Ravak t'Sha'hal Darrow
When he became aware of light shining on the other side of his shut eyelids, Ravak mumbled softly. He still had one arm looped around his wife, his hand still poised over where his future son or daughter was growing. He worried for his third child's future, just as he worried about Kaira and Zarayne's. Rav was only far too aware of how dangerous the world was. This time, he would do his best to protect them from the realities of life for as long as possible. If he could, this child wouldn't endure the same cruelty through their childhood that Mirin had bequeathed onto Kaira.
Removing the hand placed on Mia, Rav rolled onto his back and rubbed at his eyes. Whilst her bed was the only place he wanted to be, the day did not wait for the Master of Arms before it started. He slid out of bed, regret hitting him the instant cold air brushed against his skin, and plodded off to get cleaned up and dressed.
By mid-morning, Ravak had seen to welcoming three different nobles from three different nations to the Grey Tower, signed off on a new set of polearms to be made for the Citadel, and agreed to meet with someone from the Yellow Ajah about a yet-unnamed Gaidin. The context was that someone was pressing their luck when it came to their injuries, and Ferran evidently thought it important enough to move it from his docket onto Ravak's.
Rav decided to take a walk once the pile of paperwork on his desk had been reduced to a more manageable level. It aided in clearing his head from the stress and focus of his role, whilst also meant it helps to relax Mia as well. In looking after himself, he was looking after his Aes Sedai and wife, like any good husband and Warder should. Still, the puzzle about who had so notably grabbed the Yellow Ajah's attentions still remained.
His feet pulled him towards the Green Ajah, or perhaps it was his heart. Either way, Ravak made his way through the green-tiled corridors at a saunter, politely exchanging words with half-a-dozen different channellers on his way upstairs. When he got to the third floor, he escaped yet another impending conversation by ducking through the archway onto this level instead of continuing up. The blue eyes of Fiona Sedai did not seem to notice the Shienaran's hasty retreat.
Sauntering through the third floor, Rav came to a familiar door. He knocked lightly and waited with a grin. When half a minute passed without answer, he knocked again, firmly. Still there was no answer. Frowning yet accepting the situation, the Master of Arms moved onwards to the next staircase, then headed straight to Mia's office. He rapped his knuckles on the door, but didn't wait for permission before entering. He instinctively knew that Mia was alone.
After the door was shut, he crossed over to the other side of her desk, raised one of her hands so he could press his lips to the back of her hand, then took one of the chairs opposite her. He smiled. "I was wondering if the Captain-General could spare some time for lunch in an hour or so. I'm thinking somewhere near to a roaring fireplace to keep out the winter chill? Somewhere like... our rooms?"
Ravak waited for his wife's answer, knowing better than to presume her mood, no matter what the bond told him. He just smiled, knowing that regardless of her answer just now, he would get time with her before their fireplace before the end of the day. The cold may not touch either of them, but there was still no resisting the pleasure of an open flame.
"Is Vari Sedai out of the Tower?" Rav asked after Mia had responded to his offer of lunch. Varistan was one of the Greens he knew well, after travelling with her a couple of times previously. He was far from concerned, but he knew her well enough to know she seldom left her rooms before lunch. "I knocked on her door in passing, but she didn't answer."