Sister of the Yellow Ajah
Zarayne was hunched over the small mirror above her washbowl. She was studying her face, reflecting on how sincere different expressions looked on her face. Aes Sedai were known, to the wider world, for being tricky creatures, never meaning what they were saying despite the fact they had to speak the truth. Well, those were the old stories. Without the White Tower, and without the requirement of the Three Oaths, few people opted to remain bound to them. Zarayne was an exception, and one she prayed was the correct choice for her vocation.
The reason for that choice was coming back full circle on her today.
Uncertain how genuine she appeared to the outside world, Zarayne drew herself up. She felt tall compared to the furniture in her rooms as none were made with her height in mind. That acted against her interests. It was hard to look at someone in the eye when you were a hand taller than they were. It was also hard to seem emphathic and familar when your face clearly marked you not just as an Aes Sedai but also as an Aiel. It didn't matter that her face wasn't yet truly ageless, nor that she wasn't fully Aiel.
A peel of bells started to ring somewhere in the distance, bringing Zarayne's mind back into the present. She was intentionally delaying herself, and she knew it was out of fear. The decision that made her go Yellow and made her choose to swear the Three Oaths was baring witness to a horrific event. More over, it was standing still whilst a life was ripped away from a young woman, yet not her physical life. The mind was just as important as the body, but the mind could not be so easily Healed.
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The Infirmary held the sterile air that Zarayne disliked. Her room was fragranced for her patients' comfort. Bleach and blood was about as far from that comfort as a place could get, without being a slaughterhouse. Fortunately her patient was in a private room, away from the worst of it. As she turned towards the room in question, her jade green eyes flashing wide for a moment. There were guards in attendance. A Yellow sister and her two Warders watched the door, as well as the room beyond. Zarayne cleared her throat as she approached.
"Joelle." Zarayne bowed her head in acknowledgement to the more senior Yellow, then in turn to the two Gaidin. "I'm here to see... her."
"Good luck, sister," was all the Amadician said. One of the Gaidin stepped aside as the other opened the door, permitting entry. Immediately after Zarayne stepped inside, the door closed swiftly.
Zarayne's gaze found its way to the bed and to the person laying upon it. It seemed at odds with the screaming and the fighting she recalled. Others may see it as acceptable as the Ji'val returned towards a normal mood, but Zarayne equated it to a heart ceasing to beat. Fortunately the figure on the bed wasn't still yet, but it seemed unlikely that she was far removed from dying inside.
"Paks?" The name came out croakily, trepidation making with concern. "Paks?" Zarayne replied clearly. "My name is Zarayne. I've come to talk to you, if that's alright?"