You have a visitor by the time you come out of your dramatic episode of fainting.  He's been in and out, but for the most part it's in, and the entire time he's stood there, arms folded, peering intently enough as though considering whether to just wake you himself.  Or just turn you over his knee and be done with it, even though spanking your undermining arse would solve everything while you're unconscious.  So Beridar, hulking and annoyed, stands there with his big arms folded, eyes narowed, waiting fit to shame the Tower Guard's finest.  [Svoran]

The Yellow on duty had done all she could, and sent a novice to go get food and refreshment. Jezz would be hungrier with the Healing, though there wasnt much to Heal. Jezz was exhausted and needed sleep. So though Svoran remained, the Yellow glared at him if he so much as breathed on her charge. So Jezz slept. Restlessly. Fitfully. Even the Yellow was becoming anxious, touching her cool hand against Jezz's warm brow - when Jezz suddenly bolted up on the cot, screeching a blood curdling, "NO!" Panting, wide eyes in horror searched the room, seeing something else until the soothing sounds of the Yellow brought the stricken Green back to the hear and now.  [Jezz]

Svoran has a more effective means of getting Jezz to snap out of it than the Yellow.  The thing about slapping someone is that it's sharp, immediate, sudden, effective.  It gets the attention in ways soothing words sometimes never can.  Which seems to be what's on order.  No doubt he'll get flack from more than one sister, but the situation, and his impatience, call for a direct approach in his mind.  That's why it's not going to leave a handprint, but be more than sufficient a strike to shock the senses into at least something approaching normalcy.  "I could have used water some novice would no doubt be happy to freeze for me," he'll add to the obvious and inevitable disapproving looks.

Regardless of hunger, nightmares, or even the apparent exhaustion, pure adranaline takes over. Saidar springs up around her suddenly, the thought of Air brings the shield shaped weave together to slam into Svoran directly in the chest. It's meant to knock him off his feet and skid him across the room. "DONT.YOU.EVER." She rises to her feet, like a marionette pulled up by a string, already she is stalking him across the floor. The Yellow wasn't expect this, and doesnt react in time. "-EVER-.TOUCH.ME.AGAIN." She grinds her booted heal into his chest. The flow of air is far more effective, but staring down at him like so is just as gratifying. "Sister!" the Yellow snaps, but the glare from the Green halts her. "Touch me again..." Sabrina hisses through clenched teeth, "And you will wish your mother never met your father."   [Jezz]

If the Green... and the other Green... expected a reaction from this man, the most she'll earn is the expected grunt from being manhandled by the Power.  And the boot to his thick chest.  That doesn't get perhaps as much effect as using saidar would have.  He's a heavily muscled, hard male after all.  That bulk is not for show.  Even then, those dark eyes don't change a bit.  If the Green facing him down expects penitence, apologies, any sign of remorse, she won't see it in his eyes.  It's nothing but open challenge in Svoran Beridar's dark eyes as he lies there on the floor, a cold iron gaze directed at the demonic Green.  What he has to say will no doubt not help at all, in the Yellow's eyes.  "Using the Power as a weapon," he says coldly.  "How interesting, Green, since I don't recall being a Darkfriend or Shadowspawn.  I also didn't attack you.  Aes Sedai," he continues to the Yellow, from the floor, as casual as if this were typical for him, "I think I've made enough argument for one day as to why she should be shielded.  It's obvious she's bloody well grieving."  [Svoran]

Snarling, Sabrina leans down close to his face, hissing softly, but enough for the Yellow to hear and any others gathering around, "Had I killed you, or maimed you in any way, then you would have cause for calling me on using the One Power as a weapon. I merely spanked you, little boy, in the only way you would even understand. Fool." She shakes her head, "And even so, you are more foolish still. So be it. For striking an Aes Sedai, especially one in distress..." She peers at the Yellow to make sure the woman understands how the Green was provoked, Jezz returns her hard gaze back to Svoran, "On top of all your other duties, you have more. You will clean the latrines on your hands and knees.. with your own toothbrush. And to make sure you do, I will supervise. I intend to sit on your back." At the last, a twitch at the corner of her lips.     [Jezz]

Here's a funny twist.  "No," he says flatly.  That word hangs in the air, long enough for him to make it clear that he wasn't babbling in strange tongues.  The direct, hard look he gives the Green should help, there.  "First, you undermine me, Green.  Then you collapse.  Then you awaken in a panic which I brought you out of.  For the trouble I've put up with sincey our apparent return, I get abused.  I don't think I'll be doing any of that, since you seem to determined to make yourself not only a bloody nuisance, but claim you were the one at fault above all else.  What I think is going to happen, is that you're going to explain exactly what you claim to be distress, since it's quite obvious it wasn't just whatever you were dreaming about.  And then you're going to stay in the care of the Yellow Ajah until /I/ am convinced you aren't a danger to anyone else, lashing out with the Power as you did."  [Svoran]

And to make it even more clear, that is when he's going to use his strength to get that booted foot off of him.  "You come back here, alone, put through a mangler, Warderless.  And quite obviously recently or you wouldn't have been acting the way you are now.  What you will bloody well NOT do is tell me what to do when it's quite obvious you aren't thinking rationally."  [Svoran]

"Undermine you?" Jezz scoffs grinding the boot into his chest to keep him exactly where he is. He would have to manhandle her, and by now there is an audience. "You're a fool. I invited him as I would any guest under my supervision. He's aiel, and that's what pisses you off. I don't care if you like it, I dont even care if you lie there and have a tantrum about it. Abused?" Jezz shakes her head, its like talking to a novice who just burned her hand on a stove, "You think you're being abused? How infantile of you, sticking your nose in affairs of no concern to you, then wondering why your hand got burned. You are the one who stuck around until I came back around. YOU who apparently thought your way was better than a Yellow sister." She points a finger at him, "YOU. And yet here you are casting accusations..." Her eyes narrow, "Maybe its YOU who is the darkfriend, hmm? Perhaps it should be you locked up until trial. I'm thinking quite rationally."   [Jezz]

She stares at him, her voice dropping to a near whisper, "Yet, you aren't. As you say, nearly mangled with exhaustion, bondloss, recent, too, limping home to lick my wounds. And yet you find it necessary to be the bloody nuisance. To be the juvinile. Whatever your rank, I'll have it stripped until you can learn how to behave around Aes Sedai."  [Jezz]

"A guest," he says quietly, and indeed there will be manhandling.  This battle of wills is something he fully intends to conduct on foot.  "A guest who couldn't answer a simple question.  A guest I was testing, as to whether he was suited for it.  A guest you made into more than such, running off as you did so you could bypass anyone who might tell you no.  A guest who will now have others like him, bringing out resentment from those who did lose families, livelihood, more, in the Aiel War.  A guest who I was testing for suitability of teaching.  A guest in the care of a sister who freely admits she's not in her best state of mind because of having lost Warders, exhaustion, more."  He'll start pressing very hard on that boot, then, enough so that either it moves or the Power will be needed to counteract his strength.  "As Master of Arms in this Tower it IS my say what those boys learn.  And if you, a Green, can't trust that enough, it's no wonder you don't have Warders now, whatever the reason they are now gone."  Shove.  [Svoran]

She expected the shoving match, so in the end, it doesnt take much to move her foot. However, Jezz doesnt allow him to get his arse off the floor, she bends down just enough to jab her finger into his chest, face close enough that he could see the emerald of her gaze flare in controlled anger, "And yet, it wasn't obvious enough that I had already spent extensive time among the Aiel to know his alliances, his clan, his society? To know who he followed? If he follows the Dragon, then to the Aes Sedai, he's an asset, whatever you might think. The Aiel War was twenty years ago, I know, I was there. But its time you stopped looking over your damn shoulder, and start looking to what is on the horizon, Master-of-Arms." She spits his title back in his face, "Because Tarmon Gai'don is coming."  [Jezz]

The Green will find out first hand just how willing and able he is when it concerns the use of those muscles.  Try to keep him on the floor?  She'll have to use the Power.  He will push her out of the way of his ascent, not ungently, or she'll channel to prevent it; those are the options, since the one can't be avoided.  "No one is questioning his loyalty," Beridar replies coldly.  "I also don't care if he's the best with a spear the Aiel have.  If he can't teach, he's of no use to me here.  I won't have him giving those boys odd ideas about what they're here for, and I won't have him be a source of disruption.  Any more than the sisters would let the novices go frolick in the hayloft because they found some cute boy to cuddle with.  It doesn't matter if Tarmon Gai'don is tomorrow.  If those boys aren't ready, they aren't ready.  As much as you'd have your students go march on Shayol Ghul when it comes.  If you say yes you would to that, Green, you /are/ a bloody fool."  [Svoran]

"And yet, you would have no idea because you sent him away." Jezz responds, stepping back a step and crossing her arms across her chest. Sorry, perv, she doesnt have much. She might be holding Saidar still, and although she would like to just wrap up his ankles with air and let him dangle off the bridge for a couple hours, she doesnt. Sabrina wants to play with his dreams. "If you want to bloody test him, then get your lazy ass on the training field. Or have you forgotten how to lift that hunk of metal attached to your hip." She challenges him, her gaze shifting down to where a blade would be, before her gaze returning to his face. She doesn't look impressed.  [Jezz]

Sabrina can play with his dreams all she wants.  She might be surprised just what could happen, there.  None of this stops Beridar from making a disgusted sound as he tries to climb to his feet, those dark eyes still set in their cold, hard, slightly narrowed way.  Even if other parts of his expression and demeanor have changed, that hasn't.  "What happened to you," he asks quietly, "that you can't even see something as simple as finding out the measure of a man?"  And that's where he's going to leave it, it seems, because Beridar is going to turn his back on you, right then and there.  From the look on his face, this conversation never happened and it's already washed off his hands.  [Svoran]

"For you, the two of you would be grey and your teeth falling out before you knew his measure." Jezz calls after him, "In other words you might understand, shit or get off the pot." Sabrina plots, but the novice who had been standing there with food with wide eyes is finally noticed by the famished Green sister. She swoops over to the young girl like a vampire to its first meal in a decade. No, she doesnt bite the girl, but she does feast on the food provided.  [Jezz]