"I probably should." Vanyel sits up, rubs his eyes, stretches a bit. "...Thank you for staying. I feel - way better." 

:I bet. I'll stay for bedtime, too, you're not caught up yet.:

"Probably not. I'm kind of bad at sleeping." He's smiling, though. "Er, is my food from lunch still edible? If not I guess we could go to the dining hall or I could call for dinner here – um, right, we should do one of those anyway, you need to eat too." 

:It won't hurt you, but fresh is better, yeah. I'm not sure when my droid is going to come looking for me, we should probably eat here.:

"Right. It would be nice to see DZ." Vanyel slips his feet over the side of the bed and gets up. "I'll get us food." 

:Do you want me to come? I only have twenty or thirty feet of range on the calming.:

He starts to say that he's fine on instinct, and then stops and thinks. "I suspect I'll be all right. Maybe you should stop completely first, while I'm still here, and I can see." 

:Good idea.: She eases it down to nothing over half a minute or so.

He considers it. "I feel fine right now." Still more relaxed than usual, just because he hasn't been carrying around a day's worth of tension. "You can still come if you feel like, or you could wait here in case DZ gets back, I won't be long." 

She considers. :I haven't seen the dining hall yet, I'll come.:

Then Vanyel will happily show her! It's less than five minutes away, a big, old-looking building, high ceilings supposed by massive smoke-darkened wood beams. It's pretty crowded at this time of day, full of Heralds in white and a smaller number of Healers in green, a few scarlet-clad Bards. Vanyel finds it too overwhelming to go near if he's having a bad day, but he's feeling well-rested and Deskyl is right there, even if she's not using the calming-effect she could if he needed it. He forges in. 

She follows, looking around a bit to check how people are reacting to her.

She gets some odd, concerned looks from several nearby Thoughtsensers who're paying attention, until Vanyel thinks to throw his own shields over her. :Sorry, um, I forgot, I guess I'm used to the thing where you don't shield: 

:It's all right. Thanks.:

:You're welcome!:

There's a long table at one side where they can serve themselves plates, buffet-style, and there are simple woven-grass covers for if they want to take plates back to their rooms. Vanyel puts some food on his plate at random without really looking at it. 

Deskyl takes a smaller and more thought-out plate. :Get some of those beef things, too, they're tasty.: And he needs the protein.

Vanyel puts it on his plate, almost as absentmindedly. :Did you get everything you want?: He can handle the crowd and buzz of conversation today but that doesn't mean he likes it. 

:Yeah, I'm good.: She heads for the door.

They escape uneventfully. Vanyel actually has a bit of a bounce in his step as they walk back toward his wing. 

Gosh he's cute.

They spot DZ heading toward Van's room on their way back.

Vanyel waves, smiling. "DZ! We were just getting dinner but we're headed back now." 

"That's good, sir." She signs to Deskyl, who floats her plate to free up her hands to sign back.

“It would be neat to learn that hand language someday,” Vanyel says. “Really useful for people who aren’t Mindspeakers. Um, I mean, if that’s all right with you?”

:Definitely.: And they're back at his room; she passes the plate to DZ and goes to get the other chair. :You really need more furniture.:

“Probably - I don’t have people over that often. Er, if we go in the bedroom I can sit on my bed and we’ll all fit. Or I can sit on the floor. I don’t mind, sometimes I do that just because.”