"Understood." He turns, says something else to Keter in the other language; the Healer answers. "We can give him painkillers now, which ought at least partially take effect by then, and Nayoki will be here shortly – she is a Mindhealer, she has a technique that imitates painblocking, though less complete and I suspect with more side effects than your version. At worst she can keep him unconscious overnight until you have rested. Physically he is stable and not in any danger, Keter says." 

"That's good. Thank you."

Vanyel can only sort of follow what they're saying – painkillers seem fine, he lets the random Healer prop him up so he can drink something, something twenty minutes, if Bella only has twenty minutes of painblocking left he's going to try as hard as he can to fall asleep before that. 

Bella doesn't try to engage him in conversation. She does use the earcuff to put herself close to Fëanáro, who she can talk to with no further expenditure, and ask him to start rendering his teleport as a scroll.

About ten minutes later, another person nudges through the curtain; she's tall, looks to be in her early twenties, and is the first really dark-skinned person Bella has seen so far in Velgarth. Her hair is shaved almost to the scalp, but the slight fuzz there is white; her eyes are an odd shade of very dark blue. 

She says something to Leareth in what sounds like yet another different language.

"This is Bella, who I mentioned to you," Leareth answers, in Valdemaran. "And Herald Vanyel. We Gated here urgently and he reacts badly. Bella has a few more minutes of energy for painblocking but we could use your help."

The woman nods. "I am Nayoki," she says to Bella in strongly accented Valdemaran. "You are - like Mindhealer, yes? And like mage also. But neither." 

"Yes."

"Am happy I meet you. Wish not emergency, but." She shrugs, then bends down over Vanyel. "Herald Vanyel? I need you wake up. All right I do Mindhealing painblock?"

Vanyel does not want to wake up at all. It's approximately the last thing he's interested in doing. Someone seems to be asking a question. He really doesn't want to open his eyes to figure out who it is or why. "Ummmsurethasfine," he mumbles.

"I can let you see what I'm doing if you do all the work but I don't know if you can copy it."

"Oh! Yes, I look." She smiles at Bella. "Can use Sight, I do work..." 

Her expression flattens briefly, the same way a lot of the Valdemaran Heralds go blank when starting to use their Gifts – and then she yelps and jumps about a foot in the air. 

"What?"

Nayoki lowers her voice to a whisper. "What wrong? His mind. What happen?" 

"I don't See the same way you do, I don't know what you're looking at, and it's his business regardless. Can you do the pain block or not."

Nayoki blinks. She takes a few slow controlled breaths. "I not good look yet. Try look again." She goes quiet; she still doesn't look at all happy about whatever she's Seeing, but she keeps the alarm tamped down.

"...I think yes," she says finally. "That different than mine! It better too. Clever." She sits down on the side of the bed, concentrates in silence for about thirty seconds, finding the exact spot in Vanyel's mind where Bella has been using her arts, laying her own Gift overtop. "I do now. You rest?" 

"Thank you." Bella backs off.

If nobody is bothering him then Vanyel is going to go back to sleep, thank you.

"Did you wish to sleep?" Leareth asks Bella. "You could take the room beside this one, if you prefer to stay nearby, nobody else is using it." 

"I'm not actually very tired. It's only afternoon - unless this is a different time zone - and mana and arts stamina are both different from mage reserves; being out of them doesn't make me physically exhausted. I'd take dinner, I assume you have food, and maybe then I'll be up for sleeping."

"I see, that does make sense. We are at the same longitude here, simply about six hundred miles north, so it is afternoon also." Very brief pause. "I have requested that food be brought here for us." 

"Thank you." Pause. "So what is Iftel, I've never heard of it."

"You have not? It is the country that borders on Valdemar to the northeast. It is protected by a magical shield-wall that does not allow Heralds in, though trade does pass through; I believe that Valdemar's diplomatic envoy is a representative of the merchants' guild. The shield barrier is maintained by Vkandis Sunlord." 

Leareth hesitates. "...I am not at all sure that Iftel makes sense as an explanation, however. I have suspected the region was settled by refugees from an army that included gryphons, however, I have certainly never heard that they had an army. Their country has never had a war in the past eighteen hundred years; they hardly need an army for defence, with a god directly shielding them from all danger." 

"I never did say what the last attempt was - there's this magic sword named Need? She came looking for me, dragged the poor lady who was carrying her a very long distance about it."

"I do know of Need. We have interacted. She is - impressively singleminded. I assume the attempt was to bond with you, so that you would be distracted from any other plans, rather than to harm you directly?"