"Well, that seemed to sink in rather effectively," Melody says. She pats Jisa's shoulder. "Any other apologies to add?" 

Teary headshake. 

"Anything else you think we should cover, Belrun?" 

"I think she gets the picture."

Shavri nods to her. "Thank you for your patience with this, Belrun." She and Melody lead a very shaken-looking Jisa away. 

"I have a letter that should go out to Leareth, do you know who I should talk to about that?" Belrun asks Melody as they're leaving.

"Normally Tantras," Shavri says, "but he's been so prickly about all this and I time-share his job anyway. I can take it and make sure it gets sent. Is it very urgent?" 

"Not particularly but I'd rather not have to specify if one ever is."

"That makes a lot of sense. All right if it goes out in the morning? We've decided Savil will do Gates to leave messages and Vanyel can hide in a Work Room while she's doing it." 

"Yes, that's fine."

Shavri nods and takes the letter and they head out. 

Belrun plays cards with her father for the rest of the evening and then goes to bed.

Blowing snow against a white sky, standing facing a mage in rather worse-for-wear Herald's Whites–

"Vanyel," Leareth calls out. Nods to him. Waits for Belrun before approaching. 

...Glances back eventually. 

"Huh, where's Belrun?" 

"I am not sure!" Leareth tramps back to the line of people.

...There is a figure standing there who looks sort of like Belrun, who's dressed like Belrun usually is in the dream and is presumably meant to be her. Definitely is not actually her. 

Vanyel follows him. "Oh. Is she, er, not here anymore now that you're...?" 

Leareth looks visibly upset for a moment! "I think she is not here. It seems I foolishly and unjustifiably assumed she would be, without actually checking." He's so irritated with himself. In hindsight it doesn't even seem surprising that Belrun getting pulled into his Foresight dream would rely on proximity. Well, the Foresight dream that Vanyel is pulling him into, Leareth himself isn't even Gifted. 

"...Is she all right?" he says a moment later. "That you know of?" He felt a prick of alarm at one point, a few other hints of emotion he might have imagined, but it hasn't felt like anything was deeply wrong. Aside from the steady constant wrongness of distance. He slept very badly the night before and this isn't a problem he's used to having at ALL. 

"I'm pretty sure she is!" Vanyel says quickly. "I mostly don't know what they've been talking about so far but Belrun tried to point out that not including me isn't very helpful so we'll see. I, er, there was a kind of embarrassing but no-harm-done incident with Jisa, Shavri's daughter–" He was informed of it by Shavri, and it does feel only fair to convey. 

At the end of the dream, which isn't one of their more productive conversations because Leareth is very distracted, he wakes up STARTLED and ALARMED and instinctively reaches for the lifebond, is Belrun definitely alive and all right–

Alive, all right, asleep.

She rolls over, says "parsnips" more emphatically.

In the morning she doesn't even know she's missed anything.

After breakfast, there's a knock on the door. "Belrun?" It's Vanyel's voice, sounding slightly frantic. 

She opens the door. "- good morning, Vanyel?"

He looks very worried. Shavri is hanging back behind him looking exhausted again. 

"I had the dream last night," he says. "With Leareth. You didn't, did you?" 

"No," she says softly.

"He was really upset about it. I mean, he looked slightly upset and agitated, by which I can infer he was extremely upset."