Lucy is pretty much going to stay Right Where She Is snuggling Herald and Companion until Savil tells her it's time to get moving again or noon or something. 

She sings softly throughout the night. 

Savil contacts her a couple of candlemarks after sunrise. :Lucy? Where are you? We're eating breakfast, but Vanissa offered to - go do it - after that. How fast can you get here?: 

:Fast, I'm just a little ways off in the forest so I could sing without being heard,: Lucy reports, shaking Yfandes slightly to wake her and lumbering to her many feet. 

:...Lucy?: Vanyel is half-awake but still pretty groggy, not quite remembering where they are. :What...?: 

:Unspecified stuff is happening, don't worry about it.:

He can't manage to completely not-think about it, with the scorched-brimstone smell getting stronger, but he can focus on the snuggly tentacles and Yfandes' presence instead. 

Savil is already out on the porch with Vanissa when Lucy arrives, and indicates to Vanissa that she's ready to go. They get up, and start walking around the side of the keep

...There's a courtyard out back, an oasis from the devastation around, the view of the partially-burned forest on the other side blocked by a barn wall. The barn looks partially rebuilt but in another year when the wood's properly weathered it might not be so obvious. 

There's a fountain. A garden, carefully tended. Clover on either side of the path. Even a couple of intact apple trees, bearing tiny green unripe fruit. 

Past it, the family graveyard is surrounded by a short stone wall. The gravestones are simple, just etched with names and dates. "This one," Vanissa says, and then stands there, like she can't bring herself to move. 

Oh noooooo. 

:Is there any way you can convince her she doesn't need to be here for this part. I could dig that up quickly and then you two wouldn't have to be here as long,: Lucy suggests quietly to Savil. 

:I can do it with magic too, but I'm sure you're even faster: Savil turns to Vanissa, solemn; the obvious tension in her mindvoice doesn't show much in her face. "Vanissa, I would understand if you would rather not watch me dig up your cousin's grave. I can do it with magic – don't need the help. It might be an unnerving sight for you though. If you would rather wait on the porch...?" 

Vanissa waffles for a while, but finally nods. "Don't know why I'm being sentimental. It's just ashes. Remembrances for the living, you know – he doesn't care. And if it'll help your research and the Kingdom..." She shakes her head. "I'm being silly, I know, but, yes, why don't you go ahead and I'll wait around the front." 

Once Vanissa is gone, a small handful of Lucy's tentacles plunge into the earth, feeling gently around for the urn. 

She is being so exquisitely careful not to move in a way that would suggest to Van what's going on. 

Vanyel has been successfully failing to track what the possible things are that they could be doing; there's probably something important and it would probably be awful to think about but he doesn't even have clues so he can't. 

The urn isn't buried that deep, only two feet or so under the sod. It's about as big as a man's head. When it comes out of the earth, it proves to be plain, unglazed pottery; it doesn't look like a burial urn at all, more like something that might've originally be intended to store flour or oil. 

But it's sealed, and stands a good chance of containing significant quantities of Tylendel. 

:Got it. Uh, you should carry it, if I tuck it away like I'm hiding Vanyel our host might have questions.:

Savil can take the urn and carry it. It gets dirt on her Whites, and she's obviously trying to avoid looking at the weight in her arms. :Um, can you put the dirt and grass back so it looks pretty?: 

:Yeah, I can do that.: She puts the clods of dirt that have grass on them grass-side up in their proper places and smooths everything out. :I can take that when she's not looking. I'll want to have it hidden before we leave, anyway, I don't think Van having to engage with its existence would help anything.:

:No. As much as graves and funerals are supposed to be good for grieving – he did miss the funeral – I really doubt it would help anything here: 

Savil carries the urn out around the corner, dips her chin to Vanissa. "Thank you. So much. I deeply appreciate your willingness to do this."

"No, of course," and then Vanissa says some other words about how she's very willing to help a Herald, and eventually she asks if Savil needs anything else or if she wants to stay for a drink before she leaves. 

:I do need a drink, badly: Savil admits to Lucy, :but...probably better not to dally here?:

:Howabout you give me the urn and go have a drink while I hide it in the rolled-up bearskin.:

:I'm going to at least make it look like I'm putting it in my saddlebags, she's still kind of watching me: 

"A drink would be lovely. Just a moment, Vanissa." Kellan's nearby and Savil ducks around so she's on the other side, and starts fiddling aimlessly with the saddlebag while waiting for Lucy to slip around. 

Lucy slips around and takes the urn and coils tentacles around it to hide it from view. 

Then Savil will go sit inside with Vanissa – out of sight of the burned land – and have a cup of wine. Maybe two. And talk about subjects that are definitely not graves or fires or dead cousins/students. 

She cuts it short at a candlemark, though, and says her goodbyes and gets up into Kellan's saddle. :Lucy, let's get far away from this place: 

:Yeah, let's.: 

The urn is by this point well-hidden among the twins' possessions; Lucy is quite happy to leave as fast as the Companions care to go. 

They need to be a bit careful on the narrow dirt path, but the Companions are a lot tougher than normal horses and Yfandes wants Vanyel somewhere else yesterday and they're going to get as close as they can safely manage to a gallop, until they reach the main road, at which they don't have to be nearly as careful.