"Aaawaugh?!"

"I'm so sorry!" Vanyel, still not all the way awake and kind of disoriented, curls up in a ball of misery and humiliation. "Nightmare - was I projecting - happens sometimes, I'm sorry–"

She shudders. "Amshalan are you okay -"

:Mmmwhat yes - whasswrong...?: Amshalan is clearly not a light sleeper. 

:It's okay, Van just had a nightmare:

:Maybe you should go back to your room?:

"I know - I should've before, I was just tired, I'm really sorry." Vanyel hauls himself to his feet, avoiding looking at her. 

"Thanks for coming out though," she mumbles, trying to get comfy again.

Nobody else bothers her before morning. However, there's a window position so that the sun is shining almost right into the stall not very long after it's up. 

WELP seeing Leareth was worth it but she's going to want a nap today. She gets up and stretches out all the kinks in her joints and kisses the top of Amshalan's head there where she's still asleep and goes to her room, blanket around her.

At which point she is left alone until someone brings her breakfast at a much more reasonable hour. None of the Heralds seem to be up yet though. 

That's fine, she got a frickin' COMPANION yesterday and has a lot to think about. She occupies herself until sent for.

Shavri arrives a candlemark later. "Got a minute?" 

"Yes, good morning."

"Did you get much sleep? Van said he had the dream last night and it worked for you again! That must've been really nice, but also kind of distracting, Van's exhausted." 

"Uh, I got decent quality of sleep but it was interrupted - twice, dream once and then Vanyel had a nightmare. So I might want a nap later but it's not a disaster."

"Poor Van. He didn't mention that, but he wouldn't. Anyway, I came to see you because Randi wants to meet you in person. Given that you're Chosen, it seems very unlikely you're here to assassinate him." 

"The extent to which Amshalan formalizing the fact that she is fond of me has done the exact thing I expected it to is honestly a little disturbing, but okay, if that's enough of a vouch that you'll believe me under a truth spell that I had nothing to do with it should something be ill-timed."

"...I suppose it is. Then again, I think the idea is that you can't realistically hide a murder attempt from your own Companion forever and they will," she winces a bit, "repudiate you if they find out, and most Heralds would - go a long way to avoid that." 

"I'm not in fact going to assassinate the King. How he comes to that conclusion is, I suppose, his own business. I just want to be really sure that there's not an opening for a frame job."

"If anything were to happen and you denied it under Truth Spell we would believe you. Also I'll be with him and we'll be at opposite ends of a big meeting room." 

"Okay. Now?"

"No, he's in the middle of something right now and he'll want some time to decompress in between. How about right after lunch?" 

"Sure. Should I plan to be doing anything, formally, this morning at all?"

"I mean, we could arrange something, but I figured you could maybe use a breather and some time with your Companion." 

"I'll take it if it's on offer, yes, just checking. Though I'm not sure she's awake yet."