"I can ask, he saw your alt for a bit a while back." She nudges local Leareth to inquire.

Local Leareth does so. :Yes, he would like to see Vanyel. Probably not for very long, I am guessing: 

"He'd like to see you. He's not likely to keep you long, he's always tired and gets overwhelmed fast. I can grab mana off Leareth's people to make up for the trip."

Vanyel winces. "That makes sense, but - gods, poor Leareth. Is there anything I should be careful of while talking to him?" 

"It's not so much specific topics that seem to bother him though I would advise not spontaneously bringing up the subject of torture."

Nod. "All right, I'm ready." 

Pop.

Local Leareth comes out to meet them. "Vanyel. Welcome." 

"Leareth. I have no idea why but somehow the fact that there are two of you is even weirder than there being another me who's still eighteen. ...Sorry, that's irrelevant." 

Leareth smiles slightly. "There are almost certainly many more than two. Anyway. Follow me?" 

Vanyel nods and follows. 

Angband Leareth is expecting them, and has relocated to the armchair by his bedside for the purpose of receiving visitors. He's looking forward to seeing the Vanyel he knows personally, even if for some reason he's anxious about it too. 

However, for reasons that are opaque to him, his body's involuntary response to seeing Vanyel in the doorway is PANICPANICPANIC and becoming completely incapable of saying words. 

Vanyel stops, holds still. He doesn't know what's wrong but it definitely looks like something is. 

Should I calm you down?

He nods, jerkily - why does he need that every single time - and the calm gives him the wherewithal to focus on Vanyel. "Sorry. Thank you for coming." 

"You're welcome. It's really good to see you. I'm glad you're doing better."

There is a somewhat strained silence. 

"You should not tell me anything about why you are here or what your plan is," Leareth says, when it looks like Vanyel might be about to speak. 

He can't help smiling a little. "Of course not." 

Nod. He's distracted trying to figure out why Vanyel in person is terrifying, when the other Vanyel wasn't - well, it's hard for the other Vanyel to be scary, he's so young and clearly uncertain in himself, and this Vanyel looks a lot more like his main mental image of Vanyel, which is the way he appears in their dream.

Possibly it would help if he had spent almost any time going through all the recovered memories. He's mostly tried hard not to, on the grounds that they're either fake or very low-information-content torture and therefore don't actually contain useful data about the world, despite his mind thinking that they're VERY SALIENT.

He remembers Vanyel featuring in some of them, though, and also in some of his nightmares. It wouldn't actually help to tell Vanyel that he's scared of him because Melkor liked to give him hallucinations of Vanyel turning out to be evil, turning out to be Sauron in disguise, or just being very angry about him doing magic for Melkor and hurting him. Or...worse things. It's dumb because he knew it wasn't real, even if he was holding his mind in a state of it being impossible to know anything about reality.

Focus. He's been quiet long enough that Vanyel is probably feeling bad about having said something wrong, which he didn't. "I hope you and Maitimo are getting along. I thought you would." 

"Yes, Maitimo's lovely." 

Awkward silence. 

"I should go tap some people - I'll be in range for the calm effect and Mindspeech the whole time if you need anything else," she murmurs. "- uh, unless you'd rather I stay, I can do it after."

"No, you can go." Although he can't actually Mindspeak her, and asking Vanyel to do so feels agonizing, but probably the calm effect is enough to get through five more minutes of conversation and then he can duck out not too ungracefully. 

"I'm not a real Mindspeaker per se and I can hear you on osanwë protocol if you just think at me without actually doing anything magical," she says, and she ducks out.

He hadn't realized that; it seems really useful and he might use it more often now. 

He and Vanyel can make another minute or two of very stilted conversation, and then Leareth is out of things to say, but doesn't want to tell Vanyel to go yet, on the grounds that practicing sitting here with Vanyel being polite and non-scary in the doorways is probably going to help their future interactions. 

His local alt can rescue him by asking Vanyel some questions about his life in the intervening fifteen years.