Starwind is lounging around outside the Heartstone sanctum, and rises when he sees Abras coming. "You are here for a lesson today?" 

:Sorry.: He'd offer to shield her out when he started getting mopey, but she'd still know he was doing it and anyway he couldn't catch himself at it reliably enough. And she probably wants to know so she can remind him to stop.

"I am, yes. Sorry for missing the last two days."

Starwind waves a dismissive hand. “Come on in.” He beckons Abras across the set-spell.

:Good luck, Chosen. Try to stop before you’re completely exhausted, all right? I’ll wait here:

:Alright.: He heads inside. What's he going to be practicing today?

“Shall we pick up where we were with the paralysis trap-spell, or attempt further work on a weather-barrier?”

Oh no, decisions. "Uh, pick up where we left off? I don't want to leave it any longer in case I'm forgetting stuff."

They can do that, then! It’s a pretty complex spell with several interlocking parts. Abras already knows the trigger component, but Starwind has him demonstrate it anyway (a trivial version where the “trap” triggered is just a harmless burst of magic) and then re-explains the paralysis component which Abras hasn’t quite mastered yet the last time, and then waits for him to try it.

He demonstrates the trap component, a bit less fluidly than the last time he did it but he's not too rusty, then starts practicing the paralysis bit. It's still tricky but in the way where doing it over and over produces gradual improvement and not in the way where he's stuck on some conceptual hurdle, though he does get distracted at one point by musing on whether it would help if he knew more about how muscles work.

Starwind nags him when he seems off task, and offers helpful advice occasionally. Abras doesn’t quite have it down to his satisfaction in order to try the full combination when the lesson ends, but according to Starwind, who seems as grudgingly pleased as he ever is, he’s close and this spell usually takes a lot of practice to master.

The advice and the nagging are both beneficial, though being caught woolgathering is embarrassing. "I'll work on it some more tomorrow," he says, because then he has to do it or he'll have made a liar of himself.

“Very good.” Starwind smiles slightly and dismisses him, and Yfandes is waiting outside.

Then he can spend some time brushing her mane and riding with her around the Vale.

And Savil will come and find him later in the afternoon to ask if he wants to go swimming, and then Moondance will invite him for a hot spring soak after dinner, and then the day is over again and it's time to join Yfandes in the hammock and hope for a less disrupted night's sleep. 

No nightmares tonight! And perhaps he's correspondingly better rested in the morning, because he gets out of bed without having to be asked.

Maybe! Or maybe, as Yfandes suggests, it's just that he's slowly regaining his usual equilibrium. 

Another week passes, of lessons and rides with Yfandes and walks with Savil and swimming with Moondance, and sleeping every night in the hammock with his Companion beside him. It's pretty clear that people are still making an effort to keep an eye on him, but gradually less so and with less worry in it. Savil just likes going on walks and looking at scenery, it turns out. 

At the end of the week, Yfandes asks if he would like to give it a try sleeping in his own bed again. If he ends up wanting to join her in the middle of the night, she promises, she'll be right there. 

Abras accepts the suggestion, and tries to increase his chances of success by swimming laps in one of the pools until his limbs are pleasantly sore and tired. He notices that this takes more laps than it would have when he arrived here and is quietly pleased about it.

He manages to fall asleep alright on his own, but when he wakes up in the middle of the night he tosses and turns for a while and eventually creeps out to the now more-familiar hammock and falls asleep again there, hopefully without waking Yfandes in the process. Even in her sleep, her steady, quiet breathing is soothing.

If it wakes Yfandes, she doesn't make any fuss about it. She's there in the morning, quietly looking up at him. :Good morning, love. Moondance just Mindtouched me, asked if you'd be interested in joining him to go find a basilisk that's been bothering a village and shoo it elsewhere. Are you up for that?: 

If Moondance trusts him to come up with an accurate answer to that question he is going to give it the thought it deserves. He's alert; he has enough physical and mental energy to do things; his magical reserves are in good shape. If he screws up it's going to be because of a lack of some specific skill or general problem-solving ability and not because he's unusually impaired. :I am,: he concludes. :Er, if there's time to get some breakfast first I should probably do that but I can grab something I can eat on the way.:

A mental chuckle. :No huge rush. This is a days-old problem. Moondance suggested riding out in a candlemark: 

 :That works.: Plenty of time to get breakfast, get Yfandes brushed and saddled up, get the usual case of pre-fight nerves, and then ride out with Moondance to make sure that basilisk won't bother anyone else for a while.