That sounds good, he tells Melody.

Then Melody will show up about ten minutes later, Jisa accompanying her. "Honestly, you two are going to get along great," she says cheerfully.

"I'm very pleased to finally meet you properly," Jisa says politely. "Is it all right if I watch Melody do this? I can bounce my Sight to you - er, probably Melody and I shouldn't both do it at once, our Sight comes through kind of differently and it'd be really confusing." 

"Of course. Usually Maitimo will relay it to anyone who wants it since osanwë does sense-sharing more neatly and to non-Mindspeakers as well." 

Nod. "Is Stef going to stay?" 

"Honestly I don't feel like I'm particularly needed, and that concert is still happening, I might head back there." Stef swings his legs down from where he's propped them over the arm of his chair, kisses Vanyel's cheek before standing. "Good luck. Jisa, let's catch up properly later, yes?" 

And he can bounce impressions around to whoever wants them while Melody works.

Melody examines the tapestry.

It's drastically tidier than it was five years earlier! The central section has been almost entirely re-woven; the pattern is visibly not quite complete but the remaining loose ends are temporarily sort of knotted in place where they'll stay put.

The memory half isn't completely not-a-mess, but the difference since Leareth received the final version of Fëanáro's memory-enhancing artifact is pretty stark – the memories since then, and some of the older ones he's reviewed, are strung through with a single strand of what almost looks like silver wire instead of thread. The rest has been entirely repaired, though some places are noticeably patched-over rather than seamlessly rewoven. 

The under-layer of emotional associations still has quite a lot of threads trailing from the bundle of mostly-torture-memories that have been filtered out from what Leareth refers to as the 'actually interesting ones' and sort of shoved off to the side. The connections are a lot less bright and vivid than before, though. 

"And, here," Melody says, zooming her Sight in through the 'surface' of the tapestry to the irregular foggy part. She's had to renew it about once a year, since the fog doesn't stay put forever, but the last time was five months ago and it's still solidly opaque.  

He shares all this with whoever is interested.

"Jisa?" Melody says. "Let's just check where that shows up in yours, in case you need to put something back and don't have Van around for mage-sight borrowing." 

Nod. "All right, let's see... Usually my Sight shows up as a garden. Let's see what sort of garden you are!" 

...Leareth, as it turns out, is a very weird garden. One that looks like it's been dug up, paved with cobblestones over gravel, and then re-planted in pots and long planter trays on top of that; the plants in said containers, shrubs and grasses and flowers and small trees, are thickly grown together, the parts that show up as thread-connections in Melody's Sight appearing here as vines and stems, some clearly damaged and repaired. The cobblestones and the pots themselves have moss growing on them, which seems to correspond to the deeper layers of Melody's tapestry. 

The various altered memories are still pretty obvious, though in a different way; they show up as branches, bearing flowers and fruits, grafted onto places where they very obviously don't belong. Copious pruning and steering and re-grafting has evidently gone into sorting through the resulting mess.

In the middle of the weird garden is a shallow well, the stones making up the lip of it pieced back together with mortar. It looks like it once had a cover, but is currently open, with a number of trailing vines going into it. 

"...There it is," Jisa says finally, with satisfaction, diving inside one of the metaphorical shrubberies and locating Melody's fogged-over area. 

Mindhealing is so cool and he's very jealous and this is rather beside the point.

"Aaaand if we're ready, I'm taking it off now," Melody says cheerfully. "I'm so delighted to finally check this off my list." 

Jisa watches and keeps sharing her Sight as Melody melts away the opaque fuzz covering a patch of the shrubbery's trunk at the fork of several branches. 

"Should be done. I know you're pretty out of form, but try a mage-light? That's not too complicated and it won't explode if you fumble it a bit." 

Mage-light! 

Vanyel looks delighted. 

"Excellent! All right, Melody, I think that's everything we needed. Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome! Jisa, let's go finish the handover stuff." 

Jisa grins and waves and follows Melody out. 

He has magic again! Leareth makes his mage-light bounce around the room and change colours. He can't seem to stop smiling. 

"Awww."

Leareth swings around and hugs Maitimo, still beaming, which is not an expression he makes very often. 

Awww indeed. "Want to come practice in my Work Room?" Vanyel suggests. 

"Of course." Leareth glances back at Maitimo. "Is there anything else we needed to discuss today, or is it all right if I wear myself out and come back as a puddle?"