:I'd been - I put in my next letter to Leareth that I wanted him to pay your tuition at a school somewhere, studying anything you like:

:Wow. Really–: Pause. :I shouldn't be surprised, that's - not giving you or him enough credit, or something. Anyway. I can't really think about that yet. I just want to go home. But, thank you. Can you please not tell anyone yet? I - I'm worried they won't let me, if they're expecting it: 

:They might Truth Spell me but they probably won't get around to it right away and anyway I don't believe I'm currently allowed to talk to people. But where does your mother live, if I get the chance to follow up and send you a letter of recommendation and some cash -:

Dara can tell her. :Thank you: 

:If there's anything else I can do to help - uh, and there's a means of communication feasible - let me know?:

:Of course. I...: Long pause. :I don't see how this can turn out all right, and - I really can't make it better by being here, anymore - but, good luck, I mean that: 

:Thanks:

Dara drops the connection. 

Notebook notebook. Obscure notebook worthless to third parties who might intercept it.

It's getting quite late in the evening when Savil turns up at her door. "Belrun, can you come with me?" she says jerkily. 

"- are you sending me home, should I bring my stuff -" She hasn't outright packed but she did consolidate her belongings enough that she can get that way in five minutes.

"We need to talk and try to get everyone back on the same page now and - maybe - probably - but it wouldn't be tonight, it's already dark out, we're not going to just kick you into the streets." 

Belrun nods and just brings her current notebook.

Savil must be stressed enough to have forgotten about Belrun's tendency to trip, because she sets off walking rather fast, and also the path is not exactly well lit. 

Belrun shuffles briskly and catches herself as necessary with Fetching and manages not to hit the ground.

"Savil!" Shavri jogs up to them. "You haven't seen her?" 

"No, I haven't - we've got search parties out–"

"Oh, is that - Shavri!" Vanyel catches up to them at a run, waving. "Can someone please tell me what's going on?" 

"–Are we meeting with everyone? Why's Vanyel here?" Tantras is converging on them from another path. 

"Tran, can you please leave that hobbyhorse alone for thirty seconds, we have a situation." 

"What." 

"Dara's vanished on us. I'm - really scared for her - Belrun, do you have any–"

"You haven't even asked her? Belrun, are you responsible for Dara disappearing?" 

Belrun shakes her head.