"Let's not deal with the stupid spider things! We want Vanyel to like our world."

"If you are liking our world under the misapprehension that it is not terrible and full of horrible spiders," he tells Vanyel, "you should be aware that actually it is terrible and full of horrible spiders."

"...I can do shields?" 

"The stupid spider things make this weirdly compelling noise that convinces you to go check it out immediately and then you snap out of it once they try to eat you."

"That does sound pretty horrible! We have some creatures that do mind-effects like that - it's possible to shield although hard. If I could get a look at it, er, without being eaten, I might be able to shield against it. But maybe we shouldn't deal with that tonight." 

"I think we should head into the village and I should spend my Remove Diseases at the local market price of 'probably basically nothing' and we can revisit spider-shields later, one dragon is enough for today. Even if only Vanyel fought it."

"I can sell some magic if we need that, I'm not too–"

:He's too tired. Van, let it be: 

"We do not need money at all, we carry more change than any of these people make in a year, Fazil just loses his Remove Diseases if he doesn't use them by dawn and the precepts of his religion prohibit him from giving them away."

" - rationing scarce things by whoever you feel the most random impulsive sympathy towards is bad."

"Ah, right, makes sense. Fazil, I want to see you prepare spells too, if that's all right." 

(That is cute and he wants to tell Leareth and wonders, absently, if the dream will happen here.) 

"Yeah, absolutely. I do it at dawn. All clerics for all gods do it at dawn, it's widely understood to be one of the features of the agreement between the gods - because otherwise you could give people an advantage by having their spells ready sooner than their enemies -"

"I can do mine whenever but I need a solid night's sleep and if you try to be clever like by doing it an hour earlier every morning then eventually you'll be really low on magical energy and your spells just won't come together. - I've tried it, everyone tries it in school."

And they can head into town and find people who will buy Remove Disease and rent them a room and a stable for the night.

Vanyel is yawning at this point, and happy to drop Yfandes off (after explaining clearly that she's a person and should be treated like one), and then follow the others. This is the point at which he realizes that he doesn't have a bedroll, or clean clothes, or any of the usual supplies he would take on a journey. He's too tired to think about fixing this, though. 

"Guess you can pick who you want to share with -"

Fazil punches him in the shoulder. "We'll double up, we do half the time anyway. And you can buy supplies in Sothis tomorrow no problem."

Vanyel feels like he should protest, probably, but he's sleepy and doesn't feel like arguing, so he just nods and thanks them. "I look forward to seeing Sothis, it sounds like quite something." 

"It's all right."

"Good night."

And sleep.

...Possibly he should have thought to warn them about the nightmares thing, Vanyel finds himself thinking, blearily, at some point in the early hours of the morning when he's jolted awake, with something that was at least closer to a yelp than a scream, and he's foggily checking his shields and hoping he wasn't goddamned projecting at them. 

(He was totally goddamned projecting at them, in fact, if only for a couple of seconds right before waking.) 

He has his bow strung and an arrow ready to fly and is determining that nothing bad is actually happening. His snake is hissing. 

He has cast a spell that puts his thick leather armor on him instantly and then another one that is - energizing, they'll all feel like they could run for miles -

He has summoned a flock of bats.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry–" Vanyel takes a few seconds to realize that he isn't sure the translation will still be working. :I'm so sorry - I have nightmares sometimes - sorry...: