" - We are not giving up on you and Yfandes just because some bizarre god thing happened."

Vanyel looks dubious, but eventually nods. “Er, all right. What’s going on?”

"As I think you caught bits and pieces of, Hagan is actually Prince Telcar, brother to the pharaoh of Osirion. There's apparently a lot of that in the water right now, I'm just waiting to learn that Mahdi is actually the Tarrasque. We went to ask the pharaoh about whether divine spells work in Velgarth, and they do, so we can go back once you and Yfandes are ready. In the meantime we are staying as the pharaoh's guests in his winter palace and exploring a couple of routes to - solve stuff."

"Oh." Vanyel nods along. He doesn't really see how any of the problems are solvable, right now, but now that he's more lucid, he can notice that this feeling is, perhaps, a bit questionable. 

His attention is flagging, though. 

"I think you ought try to sleep more, for now," Leareth suggests. "Do you wish for me to stay?" 

"...Only if you want to." 

"I will stay." And keep hugging Vanyel until Vanyel indicates he would like otherwise, unless Fazil thinks this is a bad idea? 

Seems like a good idea to me? I should probably sleep though. 

:Go sleep, then. Certainly at least one of us should: 

Leareth is thinking he might stay awake even if Vanyel seems better, just on the off chance that he decides to go for the window again, that last time was way too close. 

Vanyel doesn't really...interact...but he does, eventually, doze off with his head against Leareth's shoulder. 

Okay NOW what. Leareth has no idea what to do, but it doesn't actually seem worth waking someone again to ask for advice, so he figures he is now going to stay PERFECTLY STILL for the rest of the night, even if this is very boring. Vanyel clearly needs to get some sleep, and maybe non-drugged sleep is better. 

The servant watching Vanyel is trying to not pay them any attention and also be ready to stop Vanyel again if anything happens. She is thinking that presumably his boyfriend can do that but she shouldn't count on it.

(Leareth is passively reading her thoughts because one, obviously he is, and two, he is very bored. He wonders if he should correct her about the boyfriend assumption - he's confused about it because he thought she was aware that they're busy trying to resurrect Vanyel's actual boyfriend. Oh well.) 

Vanyel half-wakes a few times and is vaguely confused about where he is, but also he's warm and cozy and he feels like definitely nothing bad - well, more bad - is going to happen, and he drifts back to sleep. 

In the morning, when he wakes up, he's substantially more coherent. "I - gods - I'm so sorry I dragged you all out of bed - I should apologize to Fazil..." 

"I did not mind. We can go see if Fazil is awake, if you want to get up?" Leareth did not get any more sleep and has a headache, but he thinks he can push through the day with a nap at some point. 

Vanyel allows himself to be coaxed out of bed and given a robe to wear, and apologizes to the servant for 'being a disaster', and then forges out into the hallway to look for Fazil. 

"Morning Leareth - morning Van -"

Vanyel bobs his head and then fixes his eyes on a point above Fazil's head. "I'm really sorry for dragging you out of bed because I was being stupid." 

"Kind of figure we shouldn't have left you alone. It's fine. Are you feeling better -"

"A little? Or, well, I still feel terrible but it's easier to remember that maybe in the future I'll feel less terrible." 

Nod. "Yfandes - didn't leave on purpose. We don't think. It was like something - took hold of her - we're gonna see if we can use magic at the thing that did that."

Vanyel goes rigid. Nods, shakily. "I - thought that. Something - hit a limit, for her. Making a god. She - couldn't even think about it." 

Nod. 

"Are you up for breakfast? We could eat on the beach - does Valdemar have beaches, they're lovely -"

"What? Oh, no, not really. Sure, could do that." 

So then they can all go down to the beach. It's wide and sandy, and waves roll in and wet the sand and return to the ocean. There are little wooden gazebos.