"Well," Lancir says in a low voice, "that didn't go perfectly, but at least nobody threw any fireballs. I...figure we should leave them be for a bit." 

"Yeah, probably." Crying seems like an extremely appropriate reaction to this situation. Unless Savil acts like she does not want hug, Lucy is going to continue to hug her. 

Vanyel sobs and hangs onto Tylendel and sobs some more. Usually he would care about...dignity, or something, it's hard to remember what the concept even is. Tylendel is there and it's as though he didn't even realize how broken the entire world was without him, he couldn't look head-on at that chasm, but remembering the ghost of it now that it's gone is - bad enough that he's not sure he's ever going to stop crying. 

Eventually, though, it's not so much that he feels it any less desperately, but his body seems to run out of the will to manifest any emotions physically. He lifts his head from Tylendel's chest, remembering all at once that: his aunt and Lancir are both standing right there, Lucy is standing right there, Gala is curled up beside him and probably Yfandes wants to see her. Oh and also Tylendel is still naked. Vanyel hopes he isn't cold or anything.

"Lucy?" he croaks. "Thank you." 

"I would super hug you right now but I'm not sure how Tylendel would feel about that. I'm really really happy I could do this." She beams at him. "--Sorry for calling you an idiot," she adds to Tylendel, "I was frustrated but that's a reason, not an excuse." 

"You...should hug him," Tylendel whispers. "Not my right to stop that. He's your friend." It stings, that he's waking up naked in a Work Room a year later and Van has a friend who clearly cares so deeply about him and he...missed all of that. Because he wasn't there. Because he made the wrong stupid choice. It shouldn't hurt, he should be happy that Van had anything good at all during those months, but it does.

Vanyel doesn't want to let go, but he stands and sort of pulls Tylendel to his feet along with him, and hugs Lucy. 

Hugs. 

"I'm really glad I get to finally meet you. I've been looking forward to it," she tells Tylendel. "And, uh, if it makes you feel any more comfortable, I can shapeshift and my other form doesn't fit in clothes so I'm really used to incidental nudity." 

"What."

"I can shapeshift! And raise the dead! I'm from another world but I'm weird even there." 

...All right, fine, he has questions but now really isn't the time – and Tylendel has just fully realized that Savil is there. He stumbles toward her, dragging Van along with him. "Savil, gods, I'm–"

"Shh, don't say you're sorry," Savil says. "Not right now, ke'chara." She embraces him. "I missed you. It's good to have you back." 

Lancir clears his throat. "Tylendel, would you like some clothes?" 

"Oh, you brought some? Good, I was concerned there hadn't been enough time between finishing the alchemy part and everyone gathering here."

"I had some warning while you grabbed Savil and Van. And we do need him dressed to go outside, ideally."

Then Lancir frowns. "It's not ideal to bring them to the guest-wing, lots of people around who, er, aren't briefed." He lowers his voice. "Savil – your old suite is available. How bad an idea does it seem to you to bring them back there? Advantage is that Mardic and Donni haven't left for their first circuit yet, and I did bring them in on it earlier today. They want to see him, of course. I think it would be good to have plenty of familiar faces nearby? On the other hand, I'm...not sure if it'll be hard for Van, being back there. Lucy - for context, Tylendel never went back after the incident, obviously, but Van did, his most recent time there was right after everything happened. Having Tylendel should help, of course, but...I don't know, could still be some painful memories there." 

Nod. 

"--Tylendel, I'm sorry, I knew how upset Vanyel and Savil were about the whole thing so I was deliberately not asking questions while we were picking up enough of your ashes to do the resurrection with so I didn't know you had a twin until we were already all the way back here. I promise I'll get him as soon as I can but I don't know exactly how long that'll be." 

Tylendel freezes. Stares at her. "You...can bring back Staven?" (It's still there, the empty place where Staven was, like a missing tooth, he has Gala and he has Vanyel and that's...enough, it's so much more than he deserves, really...but. Staven.)  

"Yeah, it'll be way easier than bringing back you two was. Uh, the magic part, I mean, but I need the remains for it, so...logistically it'll be more tricky. I mean I needed it for you too but carrying around an urn full of ash is way less suspicious than an actual human corpse. Also, easier to smuggle wrapped in bearskin."

The look he gives her practically shouts that Lucy is such a confusing person and why is she telling him about smuggling his ashes in a bearskin - gods that's uncomfortable - and also he doesn't care because Staven. "I would appreciate it a lot," he says stiffly, lacing his tunic, one-handed because he absolutely isn't letting go of Van. "Are we, um, going somewhere now?" He's calmer now. He can manage that. For a bit. He really isn't sure how long. 

"--Sorry, I had a weird upbringing, sometimes I forget what makes other people uncomfortable. Uh...I think so?" She looks at Lancir.  

Lancir steps over to them. "Vanyel. Listen - how would you feel about staying in your old room, at least temporarily? It's the only available big suite," it hasn't been reassigned for almost a year because, well, it's not like the Heralds think it's haunted per se but its associations aren't pleasant, "and I think familiar surroundings will, er, help Tylendel orient. But I would understand if you never want to see the place again. What do you think?" He watches Vanyel intently. 

Vanyel does tense up a bit. But he looks over at Savil, then at Lucy. "...That sounds all right," he says, uncertainly. "'Lendel, what do you think?" 

"If you want to, ashke..." 

"It sounds good," Vanyel says, firmer. 

"Do I need to do the thing where I share my invisibility?"

"You can do that?" Lancir looks startled. "I was going to ask Savil to cover us with an illusion while we walk, but that works too."