Tower Camp: Cairhien Countryside, Cairhien

Briana walks in up the hill from the main part of the camp. Her gaze sweeps over the camp and she makes her way through the camp slowly taking a look around.

Valencia is in her tent at the center of camp, doing something or other. Various Gaidin, Aes Sedai, and recovering wounded can be seen milling about the camp.

Briana spots you and walks towards you bowing her head slightly, "Light Shine Sister."

Valencia appears to be pacing as Briana peeks in, though there is no trace of emotion on her ageless face as her head turns to see which one of those woolbrained Yellows has intruded without ringing the bell -this- time. Ice blue eyes pick out Briana's face from the sea of crisp white canvas, she giving a slight nod of her head. "Light Shine, Sister." she replies, giving her green-fringed shawl an absent twitch. "You may as well come in... I would appreciate the use of the bell next time, though."

Briana shrugs her shoulders, "I don't imagine I shall have time to return again before the fighting resumes. I saw you set up the camp after the fighting and I was curious about it because Mother had not sent word." Briana folds her arms behind her back and walks into your tent a short ways almost as if inspecting it. She turns her gazes about curiously watching you then perhaps settling on any items of curiousity.

Valencia tilts her head slightly, "This is a mission of Healing, Sister. As you may have noticed, we have not involved ourselves in the battle." Would that she could say the same for Briana. Not that she voices such a thought, or gives indication of any sort of displeasure. "We are not here at Mother's request, but by our own initiative." Those glacial eyes watch Briana as she surveys the tent, which is perhaps surprisingly immaculate for a tent. There is a small mattress for sleeping and a fold-up table and chair. Any personal items, aside from a few letters on the desk, are likely tucked away in the trunk by the bed.

Briana nods her head, "I have heard you will not heal anyone who wishes to return to fight?" Her face betrays no emotion and her eyes look right into yours. She is far younger than you and yet mature and seasoned unlike many who reside at the tower.

Maturity is a bit of a prerequisite for wearing the shawl. Seasoning comes with time. Valencia's gaze flicks over Briana absently, or perhaps deliberately, before meeting her eyes once more. "Have you?" she replies, and for a moment it seems that she might leave it at that.. but she does continue, "That is indeed the case."

Briana nods, "You heard how badly the Cairhein army fought? Perhaps the Andorian army will save the day but I think it will be a very close thing. If you were to allow warrior to return you might tip the balance."

Valencia quirks a brow, "The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills." she replies, absently fingering the fringe of her shawl. "Until the Hall rules otherwise, the Tower must remain neutral in this conflict."

Briana smiles ever so slightly, "Perhaps if you consulted them you would knwo better what thier wishes are."

The other brow lifts to join the first, before both lower to their usual position. "I could say the same of you, Sister." she replies, cooly. Did the temperature in the tent just drop by a few degrees? Valencia -is-, after all, the Senior Sitter for the Green.

Briana smiles again, "Ahh I see you are one of those who votes against action.. I thought as much."

There is no visible reaction from the Green Sitter this time, she merely asking, "Well, now that you've 'found me out', is there anything else you would require, Sister?" Was that a faint tinge of sarcasm in her voice? Hard to say.

Briana nods, "I was curious of what you will do if the camp is overrun?"

Valencia moves toward the desk, seating herself in the low chair and crossing her legs, arranging her skirts idly before folding her hands in her lap. "We are prepared to defend ourselves should the need arise, but have remained well away from the battlefield. At least, well enough away."

Briana nods, "Those men out there will kill us if they can. I have seen them fight they are fanatics." She looks grim now, "If they succeed here Cairhein falls and if so Andor is weak enough to invite a quick attack as well. The blockade around us will tighten as well."

Valencia's gaze lowers to her lap as she absently plucks at the skirt of her gown, perhaps removing lint that is too small to be seen from across the tent. "I am well aware of what will happen if Cairhien falls, and while I am sure that your desire to keep me informed is well meant I am also certain that you are busy with your duties as Adelina's temporary advisor. Have you anything to report that I can take back to the Tower when I return?"

Briana says "I already have a loft of pigeons for that purpose. I will of course sent a full report to Mother once this is over assuming I am able. I would not want to burden you with it."

Valencia replies, "Pigeons are not infallable, and more vulnerable to stray arrows in times of war. Or deliberate arrows, for that matter. The Savior would probably reward greatly the man who could deliver to him a missive meant for the Tower." She pauses, her gaze again lifting to regard Briana, "But it would seem that you've much more experience in being on the front lines than I, and are not in need of any advice. Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Sister?" One might think her walking the line of truth, there, and yet she did say it 'seems' that way.. and it does, for all the deference that Briana shows to a woman of Valencia's status and experience.

Briana cocks her head to one side, "Sounds like you think we will lose? and if we do the Savior would also pay greatly to capture all the Sisters here in thier camp would he not?" She smirks a little bit, "I would not send any pigeons from here after all..tis but a short ride to the palace where the pigeons are kept. Oh and you know of course about the cyphers we use from all messages.."

Valencia gives a small nod, betraying no emotion dispite Briana's smirk. "Indeed. And I also know the names, Ajahs, and faces of every Sister sent to investigate and negotiate with the Savior. All have disappeared. It is not inconceivable that he might have a way of deciphering the message." A pause, then, "As for whether or not Cairhien will lose.. that is for the Wheel to decide. The odds are stacked against them, however. Most unfortunate."

Briana nods, "I know this all too well. In fact as far as I am concerned this Savior has struck the first blow upon us and will simply do more as he gets closer. Until finally he is attacking us directly." She looks at you without expression, "In any case I have no report right now..this will all be over soon..and I will have time to compose my words then."

Valencia rises gracefully from her chair, nodding slowly. "So far as I am concerned, Sister, he has already attacked us directly." An indication, perhaps of what her -true- stance on the issue might be? "Light send that you do, Briana. Light send that you do. I do not know how much longer our camp will remain, but it is likely that we will be Tower-bound before the end of the conflict."

Briana nods her head looking at you and betraying her confusion. "Light Send Sister..I will uhmm continue my work."

Valencia glides toward the tent's flap, "If you will excuse me, Sister, I have rounds to make."

Briana follows you out, "Of course sister."