Leareth looks a bit alarmed. "I would prefer not to be anywhere close to the Groveborn, I think. Probably he will not be suddenly possessed by a god to murder me again, but I am less certain of that than I would like!" 

"That's - understandable but I think whoever's running the show with Companions is not inclined that way. Still, if it's necessary for you to speak to him you can do it from inside this Companion-hostile architecture over Mindspeech."

"All right. ...Do you expect it to be necessary or useful for me to speak to him directly?" 

"No, not at all, it just occurred to me to catch you up about it."

"Mmm." He sits up. "I could eat a little more now, I think." 

She hands him the plate with the rest of his lunch.

He's just finishing it when there's a polite knock on the door. "Would now be a good time to quickly go over our side of what we've discussed with your diplomats?" 

"Now is all right for me." Leareth looks at Belrun. 

"Mm-hm, come in, how is it going?"

"Good, good. We're all very, er - there are slightly complicated feelings here, as you might imagine, but we're mostly very relieved Leareth is back and you're with him." 

Tantras follows Savil in, carrying an extra chair. 

"Hello, Tantras."

"Belrun." He nods to her; his expression is neutral, but a different flavour of it than before, in some hard-to-parse way. "Leareth." 

Leareth sits up straighter. :Belrun, is he the one who was hostile before?: He has some vague floating half-memory but it's blurred. 

:Yes, but he was reportedly upset about the circumstances of your death and jailbroke his Companion, and even before that he apologized:

:Do you think it is - I am sorry, just, I am trying to figure out what is and is not safe and I am very disoriented so it is difficult:

:I think we're safe here and if that changes I will be doing something about it and not sitting here calmly:

He nods, seems somewhat reassured, and goes back to looking attentively at the visitors. 

Tran folds his hands in his lap. "First, I think we owe you - well, Belrun mainly - an apology for her initial poor reception. And I suppose both of you an apology for, er, reacting in a way that made it necessary. We...didn't realize what we were working with, here. Honestly it's pretty terrifying, that we apparently live in a world where gods will send wyrsa after you and your lifebonded partner if they don't like you," he shivers, "but, well, it sure does look like that's the situation here." He looks down. "I don't agree with your methods and I probably never will, but - you make a lot more sense to me, as a person, knowing what kind of thing you've been up against. Suppose you'd been trying to tell Vanyel this whole time, but..."

"But Heralds by default can't think clearly about the whole topic," Savil finishes. 

"I hear that's been improving."

"We've done everyone on the Senior Circle, hmm, actually I think everyone in Haven at this point! Yfandes is pretty good at poking people through it." 

"I am glad to hear it," Leareth says, quietly and seriously. He does not reach out and hold hands with Belrun even though he wants to; it's hard enough to look competent and adult when you are, by all appearances, thirteen. 

"Yeah, congratulations."

Savil and Tantras can cover the rest fairly efficiently. They haven't made a ton of progress with the diplomatic team in terms of specifics, due to their not being able to get clarification or authorization from Leareth on anything. They've done a lot of getting to know each other, and also, following Valdemar's lead, talked somewhat about the gods' questionable behaviour and additional examples of it that were known to Leareth's organization.