Savil meanders about the Vale with him, occasionally naming a plant or animal for him, mostly not speaking much.

"...Er, let me know when you're tired," she says eventually. "Don't want to wear you out too much." 

"I did sleep nearly a full day and night yesterday, I think I can go to sleep at a reasonable bedtime today and be fine." He kind of had to derive this answer from known facts because he can't tell how much of what he feels is "tired" and how much is "doing more of anything seems unappealing even when he's already in the middle of doing it and it's relatively pleasant".

“Hmm, let’s go for a bit longer until suppertime and then have a soak in the hot springs before bed?” Savil glances at Abras, then unexpectedly pulls him into a side-hug. “Listen, ke’chara - thank you for today. Seems like I really  needed this.”

"You did? I mean, um, you're welcome?"

"Ke'chara, you're not the only one who has trouble remembering to rest. It's a common failing us Heralds have." She squeezes his shoulders. "I should really know better at my age, but, well." She lets go of him, keeps walking. "Let's see what's over that way."

The answer turns out to be a wall of hanging vines which sport crimson-and-orange flowers the size of someone's head. 

"I'm glad you're getting to relax."

"These flowers are so big I bet a bird could drink from them." He strokes a petal with one finger.

"...You know, I bet if we hang out here a couple of minutes, a bird will show up and drink from them." 

Savil is correct; thirty seconds later, a tiny brightly-coloured bird flutters over and lands on one of the flowers, well above Abras' head. Savil admits that she has no idea what kind of bird it is. Moondance might know. 

–And then they can keep walking, until the sun gets low in the sky and Savil suggests they head back to the ekele. 

Moondance is already there, lounging against a tree and absently twiddling around with his crystal flute. He sets it down immediately and stands up to hug Abras. "Good to see you. Any better, now?" 

"Some. Savil talked some sense into me. I hope I didn't worry you too much."

"No, no." Moondance hugs him a bit longer before letting go. "Come, sit."

:You seem a little better to me: Yfandes sends, joining them. :Much less ruminating on how you're terrible. I approve: 

:I think I have at least the beginnings of a way to make sure I won't make the same mistake again. And you and Savil were very effectively distracting.:

:I’m glad: Nuzzle.

And Abras can have supper sitting by Savil and Moondance (with some prompts from Yfandes to eat more please) and then soak in the pools until Yfandes gently pokes him and suggests it would be a reasonable time to seek out the hammock again and go to bed.

Every time he's poked he eats a couple more bites before forgetting again. In the pool his thoughts keep threatening to drift to Tylendel, so he accepts the suggestion of bedtime agreeably, brushes Yfandes, and climbs into his hammock. 

Before she puts him to sleep again, he asks, :I want to try to go to magic lessons tomorrow. Can you try to poke me into doing it even if I'm acting like I would rather sit around doing nothing again?:

:Of course: A pause. :Well, unless it seems like you're already tired and lessons would push you to exhaustion again, but I think it ought to be fine now that you're getting caught up on sleep. Though I might recommend a short lesson, and tell Starwind so – fifteen minutes is still better than not doing it: 

Sleep time. 

Sleep time. Nightmare about Tylendel being eaten by a colddrake while Starwind and his father's fighting instructor try to explain how to save him but he can't understand them because they're both talking at once.

Yfandes wakes up, and then wakes Abras in the least startling way she can manage, by pushing nonverbal love-and-reassurance-and-presence at him. :Just a nightmare, Chosen. I'm here. Try to relax: 

"Nghnf." :Yeah. Didn' mean to wake you up.: He extends a hand from where he's curled up in the hammock and pats Yfandes' neck, as though to remind himself she's really there, then rolls over and works on going back to sleep. 

Yfandes can help again if he wants.

He'll manage on his own before he asks for help, but he certainly wouldn't object if she did the thing again. Either way, he sleeps soundly the rest of the night, and in the morning spends a while dozing again like he doesn't have the initiative to get out of bed.

:Chosen?: Poke poke. :Abras, love, are you awake? You seem sort of awake. What about some breakfast and then we can hunt down Starwind for a lesson: 

Hmm. Yesterday Abras did say he was going to do that, didn't he. Yesterday Abras isn't here and Today Abras doesn't wanna no, Yesterday Abras was right, studying will make him feel better and it's a very good thing he has Yfandes around to, uh, take sides in his dumb fights with himself. He pries himself out of the hammock. :Okay. . . . And maybe after lessons we can go for a ride?: Maybe if he has something to look forward to after the lesson he won't be inclined to put it off.

:I would enjoy that, Chosen: 

Yfandes prods him through eating until he's had enough for her satisfaction, and then helpful checks with Thoughtsensing, lets him know where Starwind is, and forges off in that direction. 

Looks like he's following her! He really hopes he gets his act together and doesn't need to be led around like a small child sometime soon, but while he does it's really good that there's someone around who cares about his effectiveness and well-being enough to put in the effort. Maybe one of these years he'll be the Herald she deserves.

:I heard that, Chosen. Stop putting yourself down: