Leareth is still sitting on the side of the bed, swinging his legs, which don't quite reach the floor. "It has mostly passed now," he says when he sees them.

"Mmm." Gemma examines him for a moment. "Reckon you just tried to stand up too fast after lying down all day, that'll do it. I think you're fine to walk around, but," glance at Belrun, "maybe stay in arms' reach just in case? You put your body through a lot recently." 

Leareth nods. "Thank you." He tries standing up again. It seems all right this time. Maybe they can walk a bit up and down the hall, he's vaguely restless. 

She goes with him up and down the hall, in arms' reach but prepared to yoink him with Fetching rather than risk being pulled over herself if he stumbles.

He manages fine, though after two laps he’s suddenly very tired and more than ready to head back to bed.

One of the mages who Gated Belrun over earlier arrives about two minutes after their supper does. “We would be ready to Gate over anytime. ...Would it be better to wait?”

Leareth glances at his mostly-uneaten food and then at Belrun.

"Maybe till after he's finished dinner."

Leareth nods and finishes eating, making an effort to go a bit faster. 

"We should Gate from outside," the mage says. "So your Companion can come, Belrun. It's not that warm out, does Leareth have anything to bundle up in?" 

"All of the clothes I had were in terrible condition," Leareth admits. "I could wrap up in a blanket?" 

:Gemma, can we steal one of these blankets? Leareth's short on wardrobe and we want to Gate outside to have room for Amshalan:

:–Yes, of course. You're headed out now?: 

Yup. She picks something warm-looking off the bed and drapes it around Leareth. "Gemma says we can take one."

Leareth wraps it more tightly around himself, holding it in place with one hand, and reaches to take Belrun's hand, he's not totally steady on his feet but with her help he can shuffle toward the doorway.

...Oh, he should bring the notes he's been keeping. He isn't sure where they are right now. 

She scoops them up with her own, Fetching them rather than let go of his hand.

Leareth follows the mage outside - it's a chilly grey day but not actually raining right now. 

Amshalan is already there, saddled too. :We're headed back north now?: 

Yeah. Can he ride behind me -

:Of course: Her saddle is the usual Heralds' one, which has a pillion pad already in place. She pulls Leareth into her Mindspeech as well (it's not exactly standard for Companions to do that, but they are lifebonded, after all.) :Go on, she can give you a boost up. Make sure you hold on tight, although I can give you a pretty smooth ride: 

The saddle in fact looks very high up, and Leareth doesn't trust his arm strength now, so he gives Belrun a hopeful look. 

She squeezes his hand and manages with liberal abuse of Fetching to get up without letting go and pull him after her so he can hug her around the waist.

He holds onto her, tightly. 

And the mage leads them over to the Heralds' temple, it's not too long a walk and the temple has a nice big set of bronze doors that Amshalan can easily fit through. 

He raises a Gate. 

And then they're back in the Gate-room up north. 

Leareth glances around. At least it feels vaguely familiar, here.