Blink blink. "Yes." Stef aims a sneaky sideways glance at Telumë, and starts getting out his lute. 

"I can't wait to find the other me. Though I guess she might have to avoid Telumë? Or, uh, check carefully to find out if she needs to do that."

"Right, that would probably be weird," Vanyel-from-Belrun's-world agrees. 

And older Vanyel is waiting for him! "Er, welcome. ...I wonder if being the same person from different timelines helps for doing concert work? I'm trying to track an evil person." 

"...Here? I thought the war was in your Velgarth and this was some random third unrelated world?" 

"An evil person from the fourth world involved in the war in the other Velgarth was transported here at random same way I was."

"Goodness. Can we number them or something?" 

Leareth Mindspeaks Belrun. :By the way, I checked my immortality setup. It ought still be functional if I die here, I am linked to it: 

:Thank you: "I've been saying 803 and 813 but it's not elegant or very accommodating of people who don't count from Valdemar's founding so I'd like to think of something else. Don't even have that on the Ardas."

Nod. "It's a very confusing problem to ha– Vanyel!" 

The older Vanyel takes a half-step toward her. "...Savil...?"

"Heard I died in your world. Hope it was heroically." 

"It was." And then he's stepping into her arms, tucking his head against her shoulder. :I missed you: 

:I know it doesn't bring her back. Your Savil. But - I'm here, ke'chara: 

After some quick reunions, the two Vanyels and Savil go off to attempt some concert work magical searching. 

Telumë, for the first time in days, is in zero pain, and actually paying full attention to the rest of them. Well, somewhat droopy attention. He's quite tired. 

Leareth glances at Belrun, then back to the other, very strange version of him. "Telumë, I wish to speak with you, but probably you ought sleep first. Belrun and I will go catch up and come back." 

"Sleep well."

And Leareth heads back with Belrun to her house so they can rest, snuggle, and do some other catching-up activities. 

Catching up, is that what they're calling it these days.

It's very pleasant! 

And after that, they can make their way back to meet with Telumë. 

Telumë can focus on a conversation so much better now! "You wanted to speak to me?" 

"Yes. You - are a version of myself, and that means I care, that you are - all right, and - correctly shaped..." Leareth is realizing that he's very unsure how to have this conversation. 

"And you think I am - not the correct shape, because I made some decisions that were...very stupid..." 

And Telumë is suddenly crying. 

Okay what this is not part of the script he was expecting. :Belrun, help?: