"Gods are predictable to each other. This allows them to - not have agreements or negotiations, not really, but to be configured in ways that constrain the actions of others."

"That makes sense. I think our gods have a similar shape of - implicit constraints on each other that did not require formal negotiations to reach - but are less legible, including to one another." 

Nod. "You have given me a great deal to think about, Leareth. Perhaps we should speak more once you've learned more of our world."

"I look forward to it." 

He departs.

And Leareth heads back to find the others. 

Hagan is hanging out in Vanyel's room while Vanyel sleeps. Mahdi and Fazil are taking advantage of the palace library.

Leareth Mindtouches Hagan briefly to let him know that he's available if Vanyel wants him there when he wakes up, then heads to join the others in the library. 

Mahdi has decided he wants to figure out if he can squeeze more people into his Teleport and is reading tips on how to do this. 

Fazil is reading something published in Aktun about Law.

"I had an intriguing conversation with the pharaoh just now," he tells them. "Possibly I should explain it when everyone is here, so that I do not end up needing to repeat myself." 

"In the morning, then, maybe? Van's out for the night and we should probably be going to bed soon too if we're going to have to keep a watch here."

"...Maybe I will go to bed now, then. I am doing shockingly well given how little I slept last night, but I am feeling it." 

"Sleep well, and we'll look forward to getting caught up in the morning."

"Goodnight." Leareth heads off. He's really hoping that Vanyel doesn't end up having another middle-of-the-night crisis; he'll be a lot more impaired on two nights of poor sleep. 

Vanyel wakes up very sad at around 2 am, but does not make a run for the window. 

Hagan is sitting there half-awake, but with Fy fully awake to startle him to alertness as soon as Vanyel wakes up. 

Vanyel gets halfway through trying to ask if they're still in the Palace, not very comprehensibly, and then bursts into tears and fails to get out any more words. 

"Yeah, we are. Do you want a hug - do you want me to get Leareth -"

"No, don't - s'fine..." Vanyel sort of leans in Hagan's direction rather than verbally confirm that, yes, he really would like a hug. 

Hug.

Vanyel spares a couple of seconds to notice how incredibly embarrassing this is, and then just cries on Hagan. For a while. 

Hagan honestly doesn't know what to do with this situation but he can do hugs and plan on napping all day or something.

With no further intervention, Vanyel will cry on him for about twenty minutes and then fall asleep again. 

That's okay. Fazil will swap out with him at dawn.