"Maybe! I learned the communication spell from Leareth, actually. It wasn't a technique known in Valdemar. It's possible he taught me a less efficient version and he has a better one by now." 

"...you can't use that to ask him about me though?"

"I don't think so? Huh. So far I've only used it with people who I'd Mindspoken with before, or at least met face to face, so I recognize what their minds feel like. Mindspeech doesn't work in the dream with Leareth and I'm not sure it'd count as meeting him. Also he's on the other side of the Ice Walls Mountains north of Valdemar - probably, that's where we think he's preparing an army and all - and that's over a thousand miles away, which is out of range for me casting the spell." 

"Oh well. It's just, you know, this is going to take a long time but every hour actually still matters..."

Nod. "I know. I - really do want to help you do it faster." Sigh. "If my magic was working properly I could Gate us back." 

"Why isn't it?"

"I got really badly hurt in the Tower. That's why we were stuck there for a while, I was the only one who could Gate and I was out of commission." 

Dara pats Need's hilt. "Need saved the day, eventually."   

:Had to talk the bloody Scrollsworn into making an exception and using magic first: Need says dryly. :She rose to the occasion, though: 

"And now you can Gate but not very far?"

"Not sure I can at all, honestly. I haven't been pushing it much. Figured I would get back to Haven and then Savil can look at my channels and see what the issue is." Frown. "I'm not sure I can do the comms spell either. I could try it? Savil at least might be in range and she can maybe Gate us in from Rethwellan, though not from here, she needs to have been somewhere before to do it." 

"- if you were stuck because of - oh, okay, I get it, sorry. I wish I could just fix you but all my healing stuff is typed for me in particular, it's even more specific than blood types. Also I don't have a needle to get any out so it'd be messy."

"Huh! It's - inside your body? How does that work?" 

"I could draw it if you want? If you have paper."

Dara has paper! She would love to see drawings of how Tarinda's Healing works. 

So Tarinda can draw schematics of her own body and comparisons of an unmodified body; she's full of pockets of this and that replacing some of her more obsolete parts including what she calls "salve" which does healing for her and is delivered wherever needed thusly.

That is INCREDIBLY COOL and Dara has dozens of questions. 

"We should head for the inn," Vanyel points out. "Unless we're camping after all tonight." 

Tarinda will pack up her drawings and proceed innward.

The inn can rent them a room with two beds in it, and there's a taproom with stew and ale being served and people having conversations in half a dozen different languages, though Jkathan and the trade-tongue dominate. 

"Should somebody share? I can also sleep on the floor okay."

"I don't mind sharing with Van." 

"Okay. I can also share but whatever you're comfy with."

Dara nods. "I might get more sleep if I share with you, if you're sure you don't mind. Van tosses and turns a lot - sorry, Van, you do though." 

Vanyel makes a face at her, but doesn't say anything and tosses his bag down next to one of the beds. "I'm turning in early, I think. Long day."