He squirms a bit before answering. :I'm worried you won't like Staven: 

:Huh! That's not something I was expecting. I usually like people. As long as they don't have normal-people problems. He's fine with magic and you liking boys, right?:

:Er, yes on both of those. It's just, he's not – I don't know – I never really thought about it until recently but I'm not sure he's that nice? He has a temper and he goads people and he's always got to be right or have the last word...: 

:Huh. I guess that's fair. ...I'd love to be able to reassure you that of course I'll love him, but honestly, I can't know until it happens. But. Gonna be honest here, my standards for just liking people are not high. Even if I don't take a shine to him, even if I value him primarily for your sake, I will probably get along with him okay. I'm hard to goad and I don't care about not getting the last word.:

Tylendel seems relieved. :That makes sense. ...Honestly he might be less that way with you. He always had something to prove, with everyone else, he was too young and he had to show how tough he was to be taken seriously...: Thoughtful pause. :I don't think it was good for him, inheriting the landholding. He didn't complain or anything, just - it was a lot, I guess: 

:It would be. That's a huge amount of responsibility even under normal circumstances, which I'm led to believe these weren't. Is he going to be offended if I kinda want to hug him over that? Because I can totally assure him that I pretty much just want to hug everyone at all times if so.:

Tylendel giggles, quickly stifling it. :If he's offended I'll punch him. I'm allowed to do that, I'm his brother – his little brother, as he always had to make sure I remembered: 

:Naturally. Twin privileges are a sacred institution.:

:You get it: Tylendel shifts his position, wraps Vanyel more firmly in his arms. :...I feel better about it now. Goodnight, Lucy: 

:Goodnight.: 

Once Tylendel is asleep too, she gives them both one last fond look and heads back to the lab and does alchemy all night. 

Staven's remains are so much less comprehensively befuckened than Tylendel's were. She has them all. She adds any ichor, of course, no sense in not taking every precaution possible, but she doesn't have to add it over and over to ensure that the resulting mass of powder corresponds appropriately to the mass of an adult human. She doesn't have to perform repeated paranoid diagnostics to make sure she isn't going to accidentally give her patient an embarrassing case of vampirism or worse. She doesn't have to distill the chemicals she needs from plants. And it certainly doesn't hurt that she's more familiar with this lab now, either. 

She finishes shortly before dawn, the resulting powder a rich tyrian hue. 

She stoppers the beaker, exhales softly, and picks it up and heads back to the quarters to wait. 

Mardic is the first one up, right at the crack of dawn; he's the only real morning person. "Oh!" he says, keeping his voice low. "Lucy, did you...?" 

She grins and holds up the beaker. 

"I'm waiting until Tylendel is awake, he super needs to be there when it happens." 

"Right, of course." Mardic starts making tea, occasionally glancing at her out of the corner of his eye and grinning. 

She grins back and hums and bounces slightly. 

Vanyel sleeps in, actually; by the time he drifts awake, he can already feel Tylendel on the way to doing the same. 

:Lucy?: he reaches out; he can't hear her singing, she must've gone back to the alchemy lab. 

:Hey! I finished overnight! I'm ready for the incantation whenever 'Lendel is.:

Vanyel's burst of surprised delight wakes Tylendel the rest of the way. :Morning, peacock - what is it?: 

"You've got to get up right now," Vanyel says, tugging at him. "Lucy's done. She's all ready."

About thirty seconds later, both of them are out of bed and pattering down the hall barefoot. 

Lucy meets them and grins and unstoppers the beaker and incants,

"Y'AI 'NG'NGAH,
YOG-SOTHOTH
H'EE—L'GEB
F'AI THRODOG
UAAAH!"

And the powder swirls and forms and solidifies into Staven. 

"SAVIL!" Mardic yells down the hall as soon as he's not literally interrupting the incantation.

Staven scrambles up from the floor, frantically reaching for a weapon which isn't there because he is completely naked. "What – oh gods – where... 'Lendel?! What are you doing here it's not safe you've got to–"

Tylendel is staring at him with a frozen, deer-in-headlights look. 

Whoops in retrospect she probably should have mentioned this to Savil first oh well. 

"Hi! You were dead. I fixed it. I can do that." She does not mention that Tylendel also spent a while dead this seems like not the exact right moment. 

He stares at Lucy, then wildly around the room. "What? That doesn't– where am I? Where are my men, are they – we were being attacked..." He trails off. Deflates a bit. "I remember seeing Kafan and Etrand... They didn't make it out. Did they." He sounds almost accusing. 

Savil comes pelting down the hall in her nightgown. "Mardic what– oh." She's relieved that at least nothing was on fire, that was a very 'something is on fire' shout especially coming from Mardic.