"Yes, if that's all right with you." Vanyel leans his cheek against Yfandes' mane. 

"It doesn't bother me.

I didn't wind up telling him very much about you. A lot of the way having a very strong oath like that does its job is by having identical outward appearances regardless of whether there exists an interesting secret or not. I told him off for making you cry, which I would not normally have acknowledged to him, and basically everything else he wanted to know was at some remove to do with how questionably the gods behave, including most of the Leareth stuff, and is covered by infohazard precautions. He knows you two know the infohazard. That's everything you released me to tell him that I then in fact told."

Vanyel nods. "I, um, don't think it's completely his fault I started crying, I was already stressed beforehand. But talking to him definitely didn't make me less stressed. Also, he...does know I was talking to Leareth and hid it from him, right?" 

"Yes, that too. That was covered by your earlier more limited release."

"And Taver knew. 'Fandes and I went to him, to confirm about the immortality." Vanyel strokes his Companion's mane. "...Bella, do you have a plan about what to do from here?" 

"...I'm going to get the teleport spell. I'm going to find out if I'm welcome back at Haven. I'm going to find a way out of the universe."

"Mmm, all right." Vanyel still seems kind of miserable, but at least he's calm about it now. "Did you have anything else? I think I want to sleep now." 

"The other thing I wanted to say is that I am not going to consider the oath released indefinitely, just for that one-time conversation with known resulting disclosures. It's - I'm not going around fighting with myself about it all the time, it's just a formalization of something that is actually important to me, and I don't want you to feel like you're inconveniencing me by maintaining your privacy by default even if sometimes Lancir bullies you into coughing up things you'd rather not."

"Right. Um, thank you." He lies back down on the cot. "Good luck." 

"Thank you. Do you want help sleeping?"

"Thank you, that would be nice." 

She puts him to sleep. She lets up on the calm once he's down. She sighs. She offers Yfandes another apple.

Yfandes takes it. :Thank you. I mean for everything, not just the apple:

Sayshen, maybe getting a warning from Yfandes that they're done, sidles in as well. :You holding up all right, Bella?: 

It's been a couple of days, hasn't it? I should take this all out, she rolls up the giant paper telekinetically, collects the inks, find somewhere nobody's sleeping, get underway.

:Our spot next door?: Sayshen suggests. :No one else seems to be using it for anything: 

Yeah, that works. Out she goes, paper following her through the air.

Sayshen drags some of her rugs over and settles down just inside the curtain, squarely in the way of anyone who might try to bother Bella. 

Bella scritches her ears again, and then gets nine coins out of her pocket. She folds-without-creasing the paper first one way, then the other, with the coin sliding around on its surface, till it's settled in the center; then she pins it there and finds the midpoints between the center and each corner and each edge and pins those too; and then she settles paper and coins on the ground. And then she starts painting, mostly by telekinesis, careful not to crease or smudge the paper, getting the coins out of the way when they no longer usefully serve as landmarks for how long a swirl or string of text needs to be to match up right with all the rest of what she's doing. The result is very pretty and calligraphic and it takes her most of the rest of the day; she skips lunch.

Some friendly person leaves a covered plate of cold food out for her, for whenever she's done. 

Bella scarfs it down when she's done with the scroll. She took two pieces of paper about the same size; she starts on the second one, using a lot less telekinesis and a lot less exacting care the second time, consulting the big pretty one several times a minute.

Sayshen watches curiously. 

"I'm not going to get this done tonight but fortunately my wizardry shorthand is not all Elfy," Bella comments, "I won't mess anything up dropping it overnight and picking it up again. I should probably check in at Haven before I go to bed though."

She knocks on Lancir's shields again.

:Yes, what is it?: 

Just checking in, I know you have no way to initiate contact on your end and I wouldn't want to be blindsided by some new development. Is there someone else I should be doing that with?