"Sending an archon might be a good idea. They're impossible to imprison with your magic, I would expect, so they couldn't get off on too bad a footing and they could at least convey that Golarion is real and, uh, if Valdemar were in fact at risk of invasion by an evil mage then Heaven would probably be delighted to help which might be more reassuring than promises that you are not planning that."

"That is a very good point, actually. And, yes, I had thought it preferable that they could not be imprisoned or harmed, and also thought the Companions might find them more reassuring. Hopefully Valdemar's Truth Spell still works on them, though, I suppose it might not." 

"Well, we can test that tomorrow morning, if we'd like."

Leareth nods. "I am not sure this will improve the situation, but it - seems fairly likely to? Even if it also makes it messier and in some ways more time-sensitive." 

Vanyel hasn't been participating in the conversation at all, but he lifts his head. "They'll probably demand me back." 

"Them and what army."

He glares at Hagan but says "Well, assuming that we send a really minor archon, the archon will have no ability to accomplish this."

"Valdemar does in fact have an army. Given we just fought a war. I guess they can't - do much - since they have no idea how to get over here." Vanyel closes his eyes, scrunches up his face. "...I should maybe go back voluntarily, though. If they ask. Avoid escalating more." He doesn't look like he wants to do this at all. 

"It is not obvious that will avoid escalating more, given your state and also that you are allied with the precise enemy they're afraid of."

"I think Fazil has a very good point and we should not send you back. Also I suspect it would make you very miserable." 

Vanyel's expression is that of someone who doesn't find this a very compelling objection but is too tired to argue. 

"I know Valdemar's not Osirion but, uh, if one of Khemet's most important people vanished and turned up a couple of weeks later in another world working for the country's biggest enemy it would go badly for him when he got back. Even if the enemy turned out to be kind of a nice guy and stuff."

"I think it is a stretch to say that Vanyel is 'working for me', but your point still applies." 

"They won't hurt me," Vanyel says dully. "I - I mean - they won't listen to me, probably. But, Valdemar isn't like that..." 

"They would interrogate you extensively under coercive Truth Spell, at the very least. I have the sense that would cause you a great deal of harm and suffering, right now." 

"That's - it's not - things making me miserable isn't the same as it going badly for me..." Vanyel trails off, with the air of someone noticing that he doesn't really have a good argument. 

"Well. I'll prepare some Plane Shifts and some Summon Lesser Planar Ally for the morning."

"Thank you." Sigh. "Vanyel, you do not need to worry about this right now. We are going to figure out what needs doing and do it. You should focus on resting." 

"Do you want a hug." 

...Sure, Vanyel will accept a hug. 

And they can keep an eye on him in shifts all night. 

And in the morning he can prepare some Plane Shifts and some Summon Lesser Planar Ally and raid Khemet's supplies for holy water and offerings and then head back over to Vanyel's.

Leareth is there already, moderately underslept again because Vanyel ended up having a much worse night than the day before, for mysterious reasons 

Vanyel is hugging his blanket around himself and not really making eye contact, but is awake.