:You're welcome!: And she ambles off. 

Belrun finishes her letter to Leareth. It's slow work since it all has to be in code. She outlines the avenues that seem to theoretically exist for Not A War, and the Mindhealer incident which she hopes did not manage to alarm him by proxy from a thousand miles away, and how Herald Tantras seems pretty pigheaded but Savil's better and Vanyel's been cut out of the loop but she's pointed out that doesn't actually serve anyone's goals, and she misses him a lot and here is Shavri's advice and Vanyel's advice on getting adequate sleep under the circumstances, and she has struck up a conversation with a random Companion who helped her with the tiny Mindhealer; here are the results of that conversation; quality of the reincarnation may have been exaggerated.

And half a candlemark after her supper arrives, there's a knock on the door. "Can we come in?" Shavri says. "Somebody owes you an apology. Er, Melody's here too." 

"Come in," says Belrun, folding up her letter.

Jisa is led in with Shavri's hand on her shoulder and Melody hovering and watching her owlishly. She fidgets and shuffles her feet and stares at the floor. "I'm very sorry." 

"Thank you for apologizing."

Fidget fidget. "Do you want me to say why I know it was bad or do you want to yell at me or do you want me to go away." 

"I'm very curious what you know about why it was bad."

"...I'm not supposed to use my Sight on people without having their permission. It's against the rules." Jisa's voice is a bit rote. "Also people would be upset if they knew, and it's bad to do things people wouldn't like if they knew, even if they don't know so aren't actually upset. And you did notice and were upset and I feel really bad!" 

"This is not as clear an understanding as I'd hope for but perhaps I'm not calibrated well on how high an expectation I can have of a nine year old." :I take it you elected not to tell her about the near miss with the war: she adds to Shavri.

:Randi signed off on it but I haven't actually had a chance to explain it yet, since I was busy right up until bringing her over. Melody wanted to talk about the Mindhealing ethics part in isolation first, anyway, since - it's not really the point that it almost started a war, right? Almost zero instances of using her Sight where she shouldn't will almost start wars and it's still wrong. But she's had a while to stew it in now, so I'm going to tell her later, or I could do it now if you're up for that taking longer: 

:I'm up for it taking longer. I think unusual extreme risks are actually not something she can figure is rare and forget about, even if starting a war in particular is sufficiently uncommon:

:That's fair: 

Jisa is giving her a faintly offended look. "What do I not understand?" 

"'It's against the rules' - okay, and where did the rules come from? Did someone write a bunch of pertinent words on slips of paper, and mix them up and pull them out till they seemed about a sentence long, and choose conjunctions by rolling dice?"

"Nnn..ooo..." Jisa says very slowly. "Melody told me what the rules are. I think probably they're rules that someone at Healers' came up with, even though it's not exactly the same rules that normal Healers have, my Mama gets to use her Sight way more than I do and it's not fair." 

"Oh? You're really curious about what other people's bodies look like, too? Do you also look up strangers' skirts?"

"Well, no." 

"When I agreed to come here, I made a list of conditions about how I should be treated. I included that I was not to be subjected to any mind affecting magic, at all, except Melody taking a five second peek to confirm that I'm lifebonded, and plenty of first-stage-only Truth Spell. I didn't include that I couldn't be stripped naked and inspected. I could have! As far as I know those conditions would also have been accepted, since I haven't yet been stripped naked and inspected! But I didn't. It didn't seem as important to me."

Jisa nods uncertainly, clearly not following exactly where this is going. "Melody did say it was extra bad for me to do it on you even though I couldn't have known and that's not why it's against the rules or bad in general. ...Are you going to tell me why you had a list of conditions about coming here?" 

"Well, I came here in a diplomatic capacity," says Belrun. "I thought, well, my people and Valdemar have this problem, but maybe we can talk about it, but I can only talk about it if they can promise I'm safe. But I thought they could promise that. I thought, oh, King Randale is a pretty well-respected monarch who keeps his promises and whose people obey him and help him keep his promises. He's competent to agree to keep me safe the way I need, as long as I'm really clear about it, I thought, and surely none of his people are about to decide, 'actually, I wish my King did not have the power to ensure the safety of visiting diplomats, I think instead I'll make him weaker'."

Jisa blinks at her for a few moments. Frowns. Then bursts into tears. 

"B-but I d-didn't– I wasn't–" She's crying hard enough to be barely understandable. "I wouldn't've hurt you! I d-didn't mean to make Papa weaker..." 

"Sometimes somebody needs something weird to be safe. Sometimes someone's allergic to wheat and if you want to have them as your guest you can't feed them wheat, and they'll probably tell you, so you know not to give them bread with dinner. Sometimes someone's allergic to mind magic. And I know that's rare. So I said so. And I expected everyone to be told - and you were told. You were aware that you weren't supposed to, just not that I might be special. But you shouldn't have had to be told 'this time, following that rule is especially important, for reasons which are none of your business'."

Jisa nods, sniffling. "That...makes sense," she manages finally, sounding quite sincere about it. 

"Good."