"No - it's not..." Staven looks around helplessly, and then sits down and puts his head in his hands. 

"I have...clothes...?" Mardic emerges from his room, stops, trails off. :Lucy, are they all right?: 

:Uh Staven just found out that Tylendel also died and is having some feelings about that.: She...is not going to hug him right this minute, she is an alarmingly powerful stranger, it's a bad idea. But. Gosh, she wants to hug him. 

:Oh. Right: Mardic runs back to his room and comes back with a blanket, and he crouches down next to Staven, not moving too fast, and puts it around his shoulders. "Hey," he says quietly. "I know it's a shock. But 'Lendel is fine now. Lucy can get your people back too. It's going to be all right. I promise." He twists to look over his shoulder, jerks his chin at Tylendel in a 'come here' motion. 

Tylendel stumbles over and sits next to his twin. "I'm really sorry," he says woodenly. 

"Can you stop saying that. It's not - you - I'm sorry I was a goddamned idiot and got myself killed." 

:Do you think he's likely to find the fact that I can eat wyrsa reassuring or just more surreal at this point,: Lucy asks Tylendel. 

:Um. Maybe don't mention it yet. Probably too much weird: Tylendel hugs Staven. "It's all right. I'm here. We're both here. We're going to figure things out." 

Good, good. 

:You okay?: She asks Van. 

:I'm fine: It's kind of weird watching Tylendel with his brother, who Vanyel never met before, and he does feel a bit neglected, but he's had 'Lendel to himself for days. And his lifebonded spent weeks grieving his twin before his Final Strike.

...He could sort of use a hug from Lucy, though. He drifts toward her. 

Oh hugs yes please. 

:Tylendel was scared I wouldn't like Staven, last night, and I told him even if I didn't specifically like him I would probably get along with him, and I sort of didn't have time to think about it while I was doing alchemy but now I'm sort of worried he won't like me.:

:Um, why?: It's hard to imagine anyone not liking Lucy. 

:I'm really powerful and weird and tactless and he did just come out of being tortured to death.:

:Lucy, I think he'll like you fine. He just maybe needs a bit of space right now: Actually, now that he thinks of it, waking up from just being murdered and being suddenly surrounded by strangers sounds awful. He pulls Tylendel in as well. :Ashke, maybe you should take him to our room?: 

:But what if--: She stops and takes a deep breath. :Sorry. I--I can fight off any kind of horrible monster but awkward social situations scare me.:

:Honestly, that's - really understandable. I think I used to be more just scared of everything, but in the last few months I guess I got used to running headfirst at monsters. Not so much to people who might be upset with me: 

:Yeah, that sounds about right. With monsters you know where you stand and nobody'll ever say you weren't justified in whatever you do to them.:

:That's it exactly: Vanyel agrees. 

Tylendel hands his brother the robe Mardic grabbed, waits for him to put it on, and then takes him down the hall to Vanyel and Tylendel's bedroom and shuts the door. 

Vanyel heads for the sofa and flops onto it. 

She flops with him and hugs him some more. 

:At least that was somewhat less dramatic than when Tylendel came back. Even if I should have like waited five minutes and told Savil it was about to happen and stuff.:

:I think you did fine. I mean, it was a bit awkward, but probably coming back from the dead is going to be awkward no matter what: 

Savil drifts over to the other sofa, Mardic and Donni decide to go out for a ride, and the morning passes. Tylendel emerges from his room around lunchtime, his brother trailing just behind. He looks tired but also more cheerful than before. 

By this time Wilbur has emerged from the room that is his and ostensibly also Lucy's, and is curled up by himself reading. Despite his sitting position, his size is entirely apparent. 

"Hey, Staven! This is my twin," Lucy giggles, gesturing at Wilbur. 

"Wow, you look even more different than 'Lendel and I." He smiles a bit nervously at Wilbur. "You'r really tall! Um, can you do magic too?"  

"...Yes. I like taking it apart and figuring out how it works. Lucy likes actually doing it. We both do some of both, but we also specialize."