"You watch if anyone come?" Lionstar closes his eyes and focuses. "I try a little." Something very easy, for now – a tiny boring mage-light, nothing more – something feels off, not right, but he's centered and grounded properly and at some point he needs to just push through the resistance and see what's on the other side. So, try. 

–Lionstar lifts his hands and there's a flicker of white light between then, and then ow ow ow and he's dizzy and nauseated. He clutches at his forehead, sagging sideways. "Sakshemar, help–"

He's right there almost as soon as Lionstar finishes saying his name. "What happen? Try not good?"

"Ouch - hurts..." This is the hardest he's tried to push it so far and it was, apparently, not a good plan. "Feel bad, sick..." 

"Want water? Hugs? Healer?"

Answering requires one, thinking, and two, saying words, neither of which are trivial right now. He sort of flops against Sakshemar, hopefully this is a nonverbal way of indicating that hugs, or at least being supported before he falls off the bed, would be very good right now. "...Probably...Healer...?" he manages finally. The dizziness is receding but the headache isn't. 

Sakshemar hugs him gently and then settles him carefully in the bed so he won't need Sakshemar's support.

"I get Healer," he promises, and he gives Lionstar's shoulder a reassuring squeeze and goes to find one.

Lionstar lies still and focuses on his breathing, and within a few minutes he feels...not back to normal, his head still aches worse than it has in days and his vision keeps doubling, but he can at least sort of think again. 

It's not long before he returns with a Healer.

Lionstar tries to make his eyes focus enough to tell whether it's Amberdrake; if it's not, he doesn't want to say anything about his mage-gift, in which case he needs another explanation for what he's done to himself. 

It is Amberdrake! He sweeps in, visibly worried, and makes a beeline for Lionstar's bedside, perching on the side of the bed and resting his fingers on Lionstar's forehead. 

"He is not in immediate danger," he says to Sakshemar in Haighlei. "Injury worse, perhaps. You think he overexerted himself?" 

Lionstar tries to shoot Sakshemar a meaningful, pleading look. He...didn't actually think this part through. And he certainly can't now, thinking at all is an uphill struggle. 

He isn't sure whether to trust Amberdrake. But his mage-gift isn't working. It might never start working again on its own. And – and that would be fine, sort of, if he had only himself to think of. He could live out a lifetime here and start over, or, hells, he could kill himself in order to get back into a Gifted body sooner.

But he's not alone. There's Sakshemar. His friend. Who's going to die, not now, not soon, but someday, and when he does it'll be forever. Only he was maybe, in theory, interested in Lionstar setting him out with a workaround. Which he hasn't done yet. Which he can't do, if his stupid Gift never comes back. 

I trust you, he tries to say to Sakshemar, with eyebrows alone. Help me decide what to do. 

...yeah, all right. That looks like it's being left up to Sakshemar, and Sakshemar knows what he thinks is the right call here.

"Yes, I think he do too much," he says, in Kaled'a'in for Lionstar's benefit since it seems unkind to use a language he's less familiar with when his head is troubling him. "I think he try use mage-gift."

"I...see." Amberdrake goes very still. His expression shifts from surprise, to bemusement, to...the look of someone watching a number of confusing points suddenly fall into place. "Lionstar. Is this true?" 

Lionstar starts to nod– nope, nodding involves moving his head. "Yes," he whispers. 

Amberdrake turns back to Sakshemar. "Do you know how long he has been so Gifted?" 

Shrug. "When I meet him in forest he do fire. Not know before that."

"Not...long before that," Lionstar admits. He's not sure of that, but it's not like the former inhabitant of his body is around to contradict him. 

"Is that why you ran away?" 

"...One reason," he says, as neutrally as he can manage. "Amberdrake, will it – is it going to get better?" Despite himself, his voice cracks a little. 

...Sakshemar hugs him. Very gently.

It's a good hug. It helps. 

"I...cannot be sure," Amberdrake admits. "I have known this kind of wound to cause lasting damage, at times. However, yours was less severe than some and you were cared for promptly. And now that we know of your Gift, we can perhaps focus our Healing more precisely." He smiles reassuringly. "It will take time, and patience, yet I think with hard work we might restore your power. Though it will be very important that you do not overextend yourself as you did just now." He glances at Sakshemar. "Perhaps your good friend can help you remember to go slowly." 

He smiles, and nods. "I help."

Amberdrake smiles and pats Sakshemar's shoulder, then turns back to Lionstar. "To start, you need sleep. I can do some further Healing now, and I see you again tomorrow?"

Lionstar lays back and closes his eyes. It doesn't seem like any better path of action is available right now. Tomorrow will be better. Right? Maybe?