I'm pretty sure you can't read either of these languages. I drink tea sometimes. You look really tired, were you up early?

"Um. Kind of, yes." He shrugs. "I'm fine." 

I can do a thing that can wake people up a bit if you want. You don't want to overuse it or substitute it for sleep but since there aren't any other subtle artists around you can't really run between six of us overdosing.

Vanyel thinks about it for a while. "Yes. Please. If you don't mind." 

We call it a coffee-thing. There he goes.

Vanyel is now definitely awake! It's not exactly the same or as good as having had a full night's sleep, but he doesn't get a really good night's sleep very often anyway so he barely remembers the feeling. This is pretty good. 

"Did you sleep well?" he asks. 

Acceptably considering, I guess.

Vanyel nods and pours tea for her and then squirms for a bit. 

"I'm sorry," he offers suddenly. "That you got kicked out of Arda. It sounds like a really nice world." He swallows. "Better than this one." 

It'd be hard to find a nicer one, probably. If you're really short on Mindhealers I can probably set up a practice somewhere and support myself usefully, it could be worse.

"We're even more short of Mindhealers than of mages. If you want to stay then I think everyone would be delighted." He shrugs. "I mean, you don't have to stay in Haven if you don't want to. Or in Valdemar at all. We wouldn't force you. But you wouldn't have any trouble supporting yourself and you could help a lot of people." 

He drinks his tea in silence for a bit, looking like he very much wants to ask some other question but isn't sure how. 

I don't have any particular reason to be anywhere else in this plane besides here, and if most people besides Heralds and Companions won't like telepathy here seems good.

"Mmm. I mean, Healers are also comfortable with it, a lot of them are Mindspeakers. That's probably where you would get set up if you wanted to work here, since you aren't a Herald. The Healers are nice. I have a friend who's a trainee over there."

That'd make sense, sure.

He fidgets and glances at the window. "I should go soon. I have a meeting, with Lancir. Probably right before your meeting. Tran's going to come help you find the way?" 

Yeah. I could probably find it again but I can't tell time.

"Oh. Right. I could... Actually that's probably one of those things that takes way longer to explain that I think." Vanyel shrugs. "I usually ask my Companion when I want to know what time it is anyway. We have time-candles but they're only accurate to within a few minutes on the candlemark. There's the bell, it rings a certain number of times depending on when in the day. And there are lots of sundials on the Palace grounds and they get adjusted based on the time of year. I can explain it more later if you want, or someone else could." 

He gulps the rest of his tea and escapes. 

Huh.

She writes, while she's waiting for Tantras.

Tran arrives a few hours later, at a time that is pretty plausibly about an hour to noon. "Bella! Good morning. You had breakfast? Excellent." He seems to be in a rush. "Come, this way." 

Fortunately her boots still work, so she can keep up with him.

They make it to Lancir's office without incident. He looks less harried this morning, and smiles warmly at her. "Bella. Thank you for coming. Settled in all right? I'm curious how you're finding everything so far." He slides a teapot toward her. "Tea?" 

No thank you, had some with breakfast. Everyone's been very hospitable.

"That's good. You spoke to Savil last night, no? As I'm sure she mentioned, Valdemar is traditionally a safe haven for anyone who needs it, to the extent that we can be – it's why King Valdemar called his capital 'Haven'. So you'd be welcome here no matter what, if you wished to stay. However, I'm sure she also mentioned why we're especially excited about having someone with your particular talents." 

Lancir sits back, and refills his own teacup. "It's especially of interest to me because, among my many other roles, I have the Mindhealing Gift, which is probably our world's closest analogue to what your subtle arts can do. There are, I understand, a total of six of us including myself currently in Valdemar. It's been obvious for a while that we need more resources in that direction, so if you're willing to help, that would mean a lot." 

Oh, you're a therapist!

"...I suppose so, yes." He shrugs. "It's less of an institution here than what you describe in your world. Mainly I play that role for Heralds when it comes up, since I'm already familiar with, well, a lot of the reasons why our lives are the way they are. I guess it goes with the rest of the role of Queen's Own – I'm Elspeth's right hand and her closest friend in some ways, but I'm also responsible for keeping an eye on her Heralds, making sure everyone is managing. Easier at some times than others. Sometimes I find myself wishing there were six of me." 

In Arda since there was only the one of me, once they realized it was a useful practice some people were thinking of trying to take up a purely mundane version.