Vanyel lets his head fall onto her shoulder. His breath catches. :Lucy: he sends privately, :I don't – why is it so scary, that he's - not right here? I can still feel him. I know he'll be right back, just...: 

:Because you're super traumatized. You were literally being tortured over it for like two-thirds of a year. People's minds learn what things happen at the same time as pain and want to avoid them. Even though the problem was him being dead, not him simply happening not to be there, it's no wonder you're not comfy with it.:

:...Do you think it'll get easier?: Vanyel is shivering slightly. :I mean, he has to go do other things sometimes: 

:...Probably? If he goes away for little bits sometimes and it's just scary and it's not so much you have a panic attack then probably eventually your subconscious will notice that him not being physically present doesn't mean torture.:

:I think I might be panicking right now if you and Savil weren't here: Vanyel admits.

:Well, we are, so you're not. And I'm your friend and I like being around you and I like hugs, so I'm not gonna get tired of coming over to hug you when you need it.:

Then Vanyel can sit with her and Savil, and stay calm and keep his composure until Tylendel gets back. 

Tylendel looks like he's been crying a bit, by the slight blotchiness around his eyes, but he's sort of laughing now. He joins Vanyel on the floor. "Heya, ashke. Missed you. Back now." 

She is not going to ask no matter how curious she is. 

Topic of conversation topic of conversation topic of--oh right. 

"You know what, you guys should meet my brother, I'm going to go grab him." Van-hugging being safely handled by Tylendel she gives him a brief squeeze and then jumps up to go dart into their guest room for Wilbur. 

Wilbur is curled up reading. 

"Hey, new people are here, you should meet the new people, also you didn't really interact with Tylendel or anything yesterday so I'm not sure he can meaningfully have been said to meet you, I know you're not the most gregarious but I think you should come out at least for a bit." 

"...Yeah, alright," he sighs, and marks his place in his book, and comes out with her, having to stoop under the doorframe. 

He's still wearing plenty of layers, but in concession to how chill everyone has been with his sister's far-more-inhuman form, he's left off his heavy coat and his digitigrade leg structure is visible along with his ten-foot-tallness. 

Donni leaps up. "Ooh you're so tall! That must be really useful for, I don't know, getting fruit out of trees or– oh! Do your legs have tentacles on them? That's neat!" 

"...My legs, no. My torso, yes."

"...Can I see?" 

"..."

Logically, there's no reason to say no. Logically, these people have already reacted well to Lucy, whose abnormalities dwarf his own. Logically, there is no possible harm that could come of acquiescing. 

Logic does less to overcome a lifetime of fear than one might wish. Instead of answering, Wilbur stares like a stunned deer. 

"Uh, all the clothes that are cut to fit his size are also cut to hide how he deviates from humanity, so that might be difficult without more disrobing than is probably appropriate in the middle of Savil's living room." 

"Aww. All right." Donni sits back down. "Did you eat breakfast yet? There's some left." 

"Lucy brought me a plate earlier because I have the best sister." 

"And don't you forget it. --Uh. Tylendel, I don't know if anyone mentioned it yet--Wilbur and I are twins, which is why I knew as soon as I found out that Staven existed how important it was going to be to get him back too." 

"Oh, you are?" Tylendel has somehow found a way to splay himself out next to Vanyel that takes up almost the entire floorspace between the sofa and the armchair opposite it. "That's... Well, it makes me feel less weird about how everyone thought Staven and I didn't look alike."

...He shares a look with Van, and they both burst out laughing. 

This is such a good outcome!!!

"Yeah, when you're hybridizing with whatever the fuck Yog-Sothoth is things get really fucking weird."

"Lucy, I think your weirdness dwarfs the weirdness of how different we look."

"Just as I dwarf you." 

"Not in that shape, you don't."