"All right." Vanyel is trying hard to ignore his stupid headache from the Gate; he would ask Cam to materialize some painkillers for him in the shuttle, but he feels self-conscious about doing that in front of Leareth. "We can - go, now."

(It keeps feeling incredibly surreal. He's standing not that many yards away from Leareth in the flesh, who he spent a decade convinced he was going to die fighting, and– he isn't surprised, exactly, that Leareth passed everything on the checklist, it already seemed near-certain based on the information he's learned recently, but his hindbrain hasn't really caught up.) 

...Oh, right, illusion. "Leareth, question. We're going to get in that," he points, "and fly somewhere, but I'd like to avoid being conspicuous. Cam can do clouds while we're up in the air, but I wondered if you've got an illusion technique that doesn't leak a magical signature, that I could get you to cast to conceal our descent."

Leareth nods. "I can do so, if the duration is brief." 

"Ready when you are."

Vanyel ushers Leareth into the shuttle, and sits down without speaking. He waits until Leareth is sitting as well and Yfandes is comfortably on the floor at his feet. "Ready." 

The shuttle door closes. The shuttle rises. "None of you," he says, "would get a joke about airplane food, it's tragic."

"...What is an airplane?" 

"A primitive version of a vehicle like this. A combination of their air pressure maintenance mechanisms and economics meant that food served on them during long flights tended to be pretty bad. By contrast if any of you is hungry I can just materialize some food at you and it will be great."

"I would appreciate food but I also do not mind waiting for our arrival, if that is more convenient." 

"Uh, it's slightly more convenient in the sense that at this distance I'd want to appear the food in midair for margin of error reasons and would need to pick a food that can be safely dropped a few inches so you wouldn't be getting soup. Otherwise not really."

Silent thinking for a bit. 

"In that case, I will accept the offer of food that is not soup. I am not fussy." 

Vanyel gives in and rubs his temples. "Cam, er, I have a headache, can you make painkillers?" 

"Coming right up." Cam consults Bar about painkillers and drops a little packet and a bottle of water in front of Vanyel. Leareth can have a turkey club wrapped in paper so it doesn't fall apart when it drops.

Vanyel swallows the painkillers, and decides that, while awkward silence is awkward, he really doesn't have it in him to make conversation right now. 

Leareth eats his sandwich and seems unbothered by this state of affairs. 

It is sure a cloudy day between points A and B. Eventually he announces the landing.

"A moment, please." Leareth closes his eyes and concentrates. 

–The exterior of the shuttle vanishes, showing an apparently ordinary sky where it used to be. There is any magical leakage, but mainly toward the 'inside' of the illusion, and even that is only apparent at less than a yard's distance. 

"You done?" Cam asks, not having a view outside the shuttle.

“...I am now.”

The shuttle descends and the door opens.

Vanyel gets out and holds his breath the whole way to the door. 

Leareth follows, more slowly. It’s noticeable now that he isn’t completely steady on his feet, though he otherwise shows no sign of distress. 

Cam is waiting for them at the door.

Yfandes catches up and now all three of them are in. “Don’t think anyone saw us,” Vanyel says tightly. “Should we wait while you fly the shuttle somewhere else, or close the door.”

"Shuttle's on its way up. Should no longer be visible from the surface."

Then, if it’s not going to break anything and make fall out of the air later when they open the door, Lissa can close it.