:That'd do it. I'll swing by to make sure he doesn't also have tuberculosis or something if I can squeeze it in:

:He doesn't think he had any ongoing infectious disease before this, but I'd really appreciate you checking too, you've got better Sight training: 

:Yeah: She adds it to the to-do list, tries to be efficient about the remaining housecalls.

:Rolan's half a candlemark out of town: Amshalan tells her as they near the last cluster of houses. :He's also completely livid about the news from today. Says he's bloody tired of all this nonsense. I've never heard him swear before, even if that's rather tame for swearing: 

:Do you suppose it's a useful sort of anger or no?: Oh, and she should tell Leareth Vanyel's coughing up blood and the conservative explanation of the phenomenon before she forgets, she does that.

:Well. If that is god-interference - it might not be - it is probably just to distract us further, he is very unlikely to die of it. If he deteriorates further I can obtain more Healers so he can have one with him constantly: 

:I don't know if it's a useful sort of anger, but it seems more - goal-directed - than what I've felt from him in a while. Got a sense he's planning something: 

:But no idea what?:

:No, no idea what: 

Well. She does her last cluster of housecalls, mindful of her time limit.

Her remaining house calls are fairly uneventful, but also time consuming because multiple people need to be hydrated the hard way; by the time she's done, Rolan is five minutes out and Amshalan suggests she just head to the edge of town to meet him and his Heralds in tow from a distance. 

Yep, she can do that. She tells Leareth she's going to do this so he'll have context on any exclamations she may Mindspeak during the meeting.

:I am not sure if I should tell you to be careful or good luck or what. I am here if you need anything - I can do magic again safely now, I think: 

:This should go uneventfully but the entire trip smells so strongly of god I want to burn scented candles, you know?:

That gets a mental chuckle from Leareth. :I do know what you mean: 

Amshalan carries her to the edge of town. 

Rolan is waiting, riderless and lathered, with a couple of Herald-Companion pairs she doesn't recognize at his side. He doesn't say anything at first. 

...wave wave?

Nod. 

:Hello there. I'm Belrun Sujana. Should I ask anyone else over here to join us?:

They bob their heads and greet her a bit nervously. "Are any of the other Heralds well enough to join us?" one of them asks. 

:Mindspeak don't shout, please. Randi's not sick but he's isolating himself with Shavri out of caution, which I think he should probably continue to do. Katha's recovered and Tantras hasn't gotten sick at all:

:Oh, sorry, of course: 

     Rolan steps forward a half-step. :It would be good to have them here to witness, I think, though it really ought not be necessary. This is all very silly: 

:Amshalan, can you ask Delian and - I don't recall Katha's Companion's name - if they're available?:

:Yes, of course: A brief pause. :They're on their way: