:Hmm. We had a slew of jailbreaking attempts right after we properly got the news. Ended up being everyone on the Senior Circle - oh, and this was kind of shocking to me, Tran was first! It still hasn’t gone further than that, really. We haven’t been pulling Heralds off circuit to brief them or anything. Rolan has been keeping to himself and hasn’t tried to Choose anyone, but he seems to be - I don’t know, waiting for something? To decide whether he’ll help with the god message part:

:Tran? Really?:

:I know, right? It didn't make sense to me at first! But what I think happened is, hmm - he's a very bright-lines person, right? And I'm aware that this probably isn't the worst thing the gods have done to Leareth or someone else working with him, but - I think it made it real for him, that some god out there did something that crossed a line, when they went after you even though you'd only been dragged into it at all thanks to some other god plot. It took him a bit, wrestling with it, but - I guess he concluded that he's not willing to let that stand, actually, and maybe Leareth has been a pretty bad person at times but the enemies he's fighting are worse? I don't know, that's my best guess at it: 

:He's been yanked around a fair amount himself, I'm glad he now has a framework to not just round that off to the greater good:

:I thought so too. I think he's got a lot of processing to do, right, I've got way more years of being sort of aware I was being yanked around by the gods, and eventually deciding I was allowed to be mad about it. I think Tran just sort of - couldn't notice it, until pretty recently: 

:I wonder if he and his Companion should talk to Amshalan about that:

:Hmm, that might be a good idea, but I wouldn't want to delay your leaving for it - I can ask 'Fandes to pass it on to Delian and see if they're free today?: 

:Sure. Amshalan's giving me some room to reconnect with Leareth anyway so she's probably not busy:

:I'll do that, then: He gets up. "Leareth, I'm sorry you're having such a rough, er, start, and I hope you feel better soon." 

"Hmm?" Leareth has been leaning against Belrun with his eyes closed for the last couple of minutes, apparently oblivious to the private Mindspeech conversation. "Oh. Thank you." 

Pat pat.

Vanyel nods to them both and heads out. 

Leareth blinks and sits up properly. "Were you talking about something in Mindspeech?" 

"Yeah. How are you feeling this morning, anyway, Shavri was in but didn't really focus on you and maybe she figures I'm doing that even though I mostly don't see patients," mutters Belrun, blinking at Leareth with Healing-Sight now that it's occurred to her.

"Fine–" He stops, takes a moment to actually consider it. "I am not feeling ill but I do feel very tired. Oh - I suppose I do have a sore throat, I had not really noticed, I thought it was just - being very sad..."

(Belrun's Healing-Sight mainly shows signs of recent malnourishment and overexertion, and some lingering backlash from pushing his barely-awakened mage-gift too hard the day before; his body's resources are very depleted. He's managed to dodge actual frostbite, at least. He's definitely fighting off a cold.) 

"- no, you're actually in kind of bad shape. Also you need to eat better, whoever this was wasn't getting enough. I wonder when breakfast shows up around here but I can get some work done on you anyway -" She does this.

"His name was Essi," Leareth says quietly. "He - ran away from an abusive home, I think. Living with a relative who thought mages were trouble and maybe possessed; it seemed there was considerable superstition against mages in the region. That is - why he was alone and trying to cast a fire spell..." Sniffle. "I am so irritated about dying again and having to - do this, it had seemed possible that it could be the last time..." 

Squeeze. "Well, there goes my idea of sending his folks a care package, I guess. - wonder what Dara's up to these days. Uh, the Groveborn's Chosen he accidentally repudiated some weeks back. You'd been going to send her scholarship money since it was sort of my fault making her think too hard about gods but we have had other things on our minds obviously."

"Of course," Leareth says quietly. 

Breakfast arrives shortly later with a different day shift Healer, who does take the time to examine Leareth with her Sight, remarks on the same things Belrun did, does a tiny bit of Healing, and declares that he needs rest and plenty of food and fluids. She smiles at Belrun and asks a trainee to bring breakfast for her too. It doesn't seem like either of them have any context on who Leareth is. 

Leareth drinks all the water that he's handed, but picks at his food without enthusiasm. 

"You're going to finish that before lunchtime, right?"

He gives her a glum look. "I can try. I am not very hungry." 

"You're malnourished. I've been having a hard time eating too but I finished what my mom put in front of me."

"It was very annoying to try to eat enough when I was a runaway in the poorest part of Hardorn." Leareth puts in a bit more effort, though, and finishes his plate over the next twenty minutes. He should probably be asking Belrun to help him review things he's forgotten, or catching up on events in Valdemar, but it's enough of a challenge keeping his eyes open. 

She pets his hair and does not do anything to dissuade him from sleeping.

In which case he's going to be fast asleep when there's a gentle knock on her shields, just before lunch. :It's Melody. I was told you wanted to see me?: