Leareth flings energy into it, wincing at the suddenly pounding headache and leaning on Levris for support.

Moment of irritation that he can't stop and take a longer look at how Companion minds are arranged, and now their procioception is telling them what temperature it is so probably they are going to have a bit of a hard time walking.

Now there are two very upset Companions sitting down on the grass! 

Also some alarmed looking Healers have followed them out of the building, and now one of them is heading in Levris' direction! 

Leareth drops his shield and sort of half-collapses against Levris. 

:Go back into the building: he sends to the Healers. 

:I really hope you're not going to lock me in a dungeon forever because in the past few minutes I've kind of blown up every other option I have: he sends to Leareth. 

Okay. Now horse?

Nobody obstructs them from getting to Levris' horse, although Leareth needs a lot of help to mount and stay on. He's mostly not able to have thoughts or process his surroundings at this point, so he really hopes Levris has a plan here. 

Levris's plan is to go to the temple and hope that the temple has a plan. 

He rides as quickly as possible. 

Bouncing around on a horse riding fast turns out to be an awful experience when you have a concussion and have just exacerbated it will ill-advised emergency magic use. Leareth keeps his eyes closed and holds onto Levris and manages, just barely and with great effort, to hold off on throwing up until they've stopped moving and he's managed to half-climb, half-fall off the horse. 

:Sorry: he tries to tell Levris, but Mindspeech isn't a great idea either.  

:Don't lock me in a dungeon and we'll call it even.:

He goes into the temple and tries to find someone who looks official.

A junior priest gives him a confused look. "Are you looking for someone?" 

"Um, I'm looking for"-- he gives the name of the senior priest Leareth sent a letter to-- "it's urgent? And important. Both urgent and important."

"Ah, yes, of course. One moment." 

And a few minutes later he has the senior priest, looking a bit harried and perhaps annoyed to be interrupted. He freezes as soon as he sees Levris, though, eyes widening. "...You're the one who brought the letter, no?" 

"Um, yes. --We need a Gate. Quite badly. Uh, I'm not sure to where--" He looks at Leareth in the hopes that Leareth can help with this part.

Leareth is following with difficulty. "North," he manages. "Or - Hardorn, would do - Rethwellan even..." 

"We sent your message with the utmost urgency." The priest seems kind of overawed in Leareth's presence. "We haven't received an answer yet. We could potentially hire a mage locally who could do a location in Rethwellan." 

"Um, yes, that sounds good. As fast as possible please?"

(He is glad he doesn't have to know any passwords.)

Apparently whatever passwords were in the letter were plenty to convince the priest, who ushers them to a back room where Leareth can sit down more comfortably, and then bustles out. 

Leareth leans against Levris, putting his head down on Levris' shoulder. "Thank you." 

"I didn't do anything special. Anyone could have done it. --Anyone with Mindhealing, anyway."

"I think you are a very exceptional Mindhealer, actually." 

"It's not my fault it hasn't occurred to anyone that there are combat applications to synesthesia."

Leareth chuckles. "See? You are more creative." 

Less than ten minutes later, the senior priest is back with a young mage in Baires Journeyman robes. "You need a Gate to Rethwellan? Any particular place?" 

"Petras would do...Levris, do you know anywhere...?" 

"Uh, no, I... barely ever leave Valdemar."