Belrun is so close to getting this damned flu strain to calm down in this one egg. She copies the change across to a few more eggs' worth, iterates, writes everything down, and Fetches the egg that is getting scary into her pot of simmering water before it makes a break for it. It's getting on toward dark and if she keeps working she's going to have to do it by candlelight, and she doesn't like that - it's already too easy to bump into things when she can see them. She calls it a day and closes up the lab for the night and heads out to walk over to the university cafeteria. It's a nice evening, and it's Flatbread Night, and she's in a generally good mood.
:I am not going to do anything: There isn't, in fact, obviously anything that can be done, and she only looked with her Sight for a moment - it was the fastest way to confirm one way or another whether they were looking for a badly-injured Leareth as well. :I wanted to say I am very sorry. What do you need right now:
:Don't know. Amshalan I guess.
I should write him a letter. Do you know how long it usually takes him to find his way back -:
:Weeks to years? I think he has some control of it, he will come back faster for you. Are you not planning to stay here:
:I - he said we had to tell Valdemar what happened. Might have been a god who didn't like the idea of an alliance.
...I think maybe I should - go home to my mother -
- I can't stay here:
:I understand. We will send a message with the diplomatic party, I think, we - might as well still send one, though it seems riskier:
:Yeah. Can you - confirm with me that you did that, so I know the message got through -:
:- Amshalan, can you reach anybody from here?:
Amshalan tries. Tries harder. :No, I can't, I'm sorry. I'll try again later when I'm less tired:
:Of course: Nayoki is saying. :We can arrange to gate you to Petras when you are ready for that:
:And my eggs and my notes and - I think I should go back to the university and try to stay as busy as I can - they'll take me -:
:I imagine they will, you are very talented. We can take care of packing up your work:
They're not in the same facility as the last time; this one is a lot bigger and seems more military in nature, but the section they're in is pretty empty. The halls and doors are big enough to fit Amshalan though. Nayoki steers Belrun to a comfortable if impersonal guest-room, with a bed and a writing desk and paper in it. It's also big enough to fit Amshalan, though it looks like the doorway might have been rather hastily modified to allow this; rather than straw, there's a nest of blankets cut into strips laid down for her.
:Someone will bring you supper later: she says. :Call for me in Mindspeech if you need anything tonight:
She gets off Amshalan and collapses against her.
Amshalan will stay right there, being warm and soft and cuddly, not saying much.
Eventually, Belrun writes a letter.
Before she leaves she makes sure Leareth's people have it and know to give it to him.
And she goes home to her mother.