Sorry, she mouths to Savil. 

"I don't know what happened exactly and I didn't--get a lot of details about people other than you--I don't know who else died. But I can get them back too, later, once this is public."

Tylendel finally unfreezes himself, stumbles forward, hugs his brother. "I'm sorry, Stav, I don't think any of the armsmen with you got out alive. But Lucy's telling the truth, she can fix it. And the holding is–" definitely not fine but that's his own stupid fault and not Staven's, "um, Vanissa inherited and she's managing it well." 

"What? They gave it to a girl? Whose idea was that?" Then he darts a wide-eyed apologetic look in Lucy's direction, as it belatedly occurs to them that maybe yelling this in front of a girl who just brought him back from the dead is rude or something. 

Lucy covers her mouth and giggles. 

"I think it might've been Van's originally, actually? He was impressed with her. Oh – Staven, meet Van. My, um, lifebonded." 

"I've heard a lot about you," Vanyel says, a bit stiffly. 

"I have heard less about you, but I care about Vanyel and Tylendel a lot, and I am also a twin, so it was obvious that I had to get you back sooner rather than later."

Staven looks from one to the other of them, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden shift from 'about to be murdered by wyrsa' to 'naked in someone's living room with his twin and his twin's boyfriend and a strange white-haired girl claiming to have brought him back from the dead'. 

"Mardic," Savil says, "can you get this boy some clothes?" 

Mardic nods and runs off to his room. 

"This must be really weird and I apologize for not waiting five minutes and preparing things slightly better."

"Um, apparently you brought me back from the dead, that's– I mean, it's really weird but I don't feel like you should apologize for it?" Staven rubs his eyes. "Why am I naked? Wasn't I wearing clothes when I died?" 

"I assume so but that's just how the method of resurrection works, it reconstitutes your body but not anything else. It reconstructs you, it doesn't just--grab you out of time from the moment you died minus some lethal injuries."

"Reconstitutes?" Staven looks down at himself with mild alarm. "What happened to my actual body?" 

"Iiiiii incinerated it and then did alchemy to the ashes? And then did magic to the alchemized ashes? And now it is whole and uninjured and you are in it. But, uh, you were dead for a while, I don't...think you would have wanted the clothes you were buried in. At this point."

"How. Um." Staven swallows. Clears his throat. "How long ago?" 

"About...a year...ish...probably less??? 'Lendel, how long had he--when you, um--visited? And talked to Vanissa?"

"Not, er, not very long. Couple weeks, maybe. ...I don't actually remember exactly, I - wasn't doing great." 

"So, like, nine months ish, I think. Um." :Tylendel I have NO IDEA how to tell him you aren't almost a year older than him now.:

:I should tell him: Tylendel licks his lips. "Stav, I, er, I – sort of, um, died. Too."

"WHAT?" 

That's so valid. 

"Vanyel was kidnapped and Tylendel and Gala went to rescue him and the wyrsa got Gala and Tylendel got Vanyel out and then called a Final Strike. And then eight months later I showed up and met Vanyel and found out and brought Tylendel back as fast as I could and then I found out he was a twin which meant I had to get you as soon as possible too. But, uh. Final Strike. Evan Leshara and his pet mage are super, super dead, and I'm not bringing them back any time soon."

Staven turns pale.

"...You're joking," he says finally, in a very small voice. "That - can't be what happened." 

"I am not joking."

"I'm sorry," Tylendel says, eyes fixed on the floor.