She sleeps in, wakes up, elects to skip breakfast, spends the morning figuring out how to adapt her watch enchantment for Valdemar time. Has that ready in time for a late lunch but doesn't have the mana for it. Goes to the cafeteria wearing the bracelet.

Vanyel and Savil are just getting up to leave the dining hall together, but Vanyel spots her, waves, and peels off from his aunt. "Hey. I think we were supposed to meet now, um, I mean after you eat, but I wasn't sure where." 

Yeah, I don't have an office yet, wherever you like is fine. She can talk while she eats. Can I have some mana off you to enchant this watch? Medical emergency last night, low on mana now. Don't know yet if it's related to mage reserves but if it is I can dump some back into you from anybody who wants to donate, Gifted or not.

"Oh, um, of course, that's fine. I'll tell you if my reserves are noticeably lower after. And Shavri Mindspoke me specially this morning to tell me about your emergency. She said you were very heroic and she wishes she'd been there to see." 

I don't think it was all that much to look at, especially since she's seen me put back a missing leg, but okay. Yoink.

"Shavri's just like that, she wants to see literally everything personally. Also she thinks you're really really impressive and cool." Vanyel closes his eyes, expression going blank. "...I felt something? But it's a really negligible amount of energy for normal casting, I think it must be some special kind of energy that isn't totally interchangeable with mage-reserves. Also I can just use nodes so it's fine." 

Oh good. She consults her notes on the watch and over the course of the next ten minutes she simultaneously eats and enchants until it has a nice little illusion displaying the time.

Vanyel stares at it, fascinated. "That's amazing. Er, how complicated is that to do with your kind of magic? I think it might be possible with our kind, artifacts definitely are, but it would be a really complex spell, there's no way I can think of to just arrange existing techniques to do that." 

Iiiit's pretty complicated and jury-rigged. I had two magic items when I landed in Valinor, these boots considered jointly and also a knife, and the knife wasn't as good for reference because it was promptly altered by a Vala who didn't like the idea that it could cut anybody. Some people I taught did get to the point of being able to do stuff like this while I was there though, not just Fëanáro who's a ridiculous prodigy.

"What do your boots do? Um, and how did the Vala enchant a knife not to cut anyone? Could it still cut objects?" 

My boots make it so I can walk without tripping. They're general dexterity-enhancing boots but that's why I need them. And the knife was already enchanted not to cut the wielder - I had one like that because of how clumsy I am - but I'm not sure exactly what Aulë did to make it not cut anyone, if he used the native enchantment somehow or did his own thing. It could still cut objects. If nobody's gone through my house to redistribute my stuff yet it's on the kitchen counter, I think.

Vanyel looks momentarily disappointed at the mention that her knife is in Arda and not, say, with her where he can look at it. “I’d like to look at your boots at some point,” he says. “Er, if that’s all right, I’m curious if my mage-sight can pick up on arcane magic. But we should probably go do our session now. We can use my room if that works, um, but I guess yours is closer.”

Either is fine by me.

“...I guess I would prefer my room.” Vanyel says it like someone who is worried this is a deeply unreasonable preference to have.

Sure. She accompanies him to his room.

Vanyel closes the door behind them. "Bella, can you do the coffee-thing? I, um, meant to ask you at breakfast but you weren't there." 

I slept in, sorry. Coffee thing!

Vanyel perks up. "Your coffee thing is really good. I can just...deal with everything better. I noticed that the other day." He finds her a chair, and sits down, and then looks at her expectantly. 

That's probably because you're constantly sleep deprived and it will stop helping as much when you get eight hours of sleep every night for a month. Is there anywhere in particular you want to start today -

"Mmm." He thinks. "We left off talking about Leareth. I don't know if you had, um, questions about that. Or advice." 

Right. Do you think he might be within three hundred miles?

"It seems pretty unlikely." Vanyel frowns, thinks for another moment. "Probably? I mean, I think he's preparing an army north of the mountains, which is much further than that, maybe five hundred miles. Maybe he's come within Valdemar sometimes but I can't see a particular reason he'd be here now, unless he gets news from spies here a lot faster than I think and already knows about you. Er, why?" 

Well, if I might eventually want to talk to him to head off, uh, assassins or kidnappings or anything like that, it's useful to know whether I can in fact do that outside of asking you to please relay messages through your dreams. The earcuff works for me even if it turns out it doesn't work for Mindspeech.

"Huh. Is knowing his name enough to try to reach him with it even if you don't know where he is and haven't met him?" Vanyel shrugs. "I don't mind relaying messages, if you're really sure it's a good idea. The dream is kind of unpredictable but I have it at least once a month." 

I'm not really sure it's a good idea, I just wanted to know more about what's even possible before I start narrowing it down from there. Uh, do you have a guess what the nature of his interest in me might even wind up being?