There's lots of stuff! More is in the process of arriving. She can have a couple of assistants if she wants them and they're very on the ball (they're some of Leareth's mage-scholars redirected from studying how to align a god with human values, and they can also do helpful magic for her.) Things are in general moving way faster here than they were in Haven. 

Leareth apologizes to her on his next swing through; the latest word from Haven is that they haven't even had a chance to check if her workshop is intact, yet, they're still treating casualties and cleaning up the most urgent damage. 

"I'll have the stuff that was there redundant within a couple of days," she says.

"It may not be worth waiting for it, then." He still looks a bit apologetic. "Is there anything else that you need now? I think we are going to start expanding the basement tomorrow, but we can use a sound-barrier so that the noise from the excavation does not disturb you." 

"Page can block it pretty well unless it's got a lot of sudden changes, but I guess it might. It says I need slightly more calories than I've been getting. It -" She squints at her invisible text prompts, then doesn't say whatever it was.

He waits a few beats to see if she's going to finish, then lets it slide and goes on. "Yes, of course. Does your healing and such require additional nutrition? I should have asked. You would be welcome to start eating in the dining hall with the scholars here, now that Vanyel is more stable, and you could choose your own portions more easily there." 

"Yeah, I can go without fine for a while but I need more in the long run. Dining hall sounds good."

"You can ask anyone around to show you there when you are ready to eat. Supper is in several more candlemarks but there is food kept ready around the clock, since my scholars are not always the best timekeepers." 

"I could use a snack now."

Leareth can show her the way, then, he's headed that direction anyway. 

She loads up on beans and rice.

Leareth looks like he might have more to mention to her, but immediately gets yoinked into a Mindspeech discussion with one of his researchers. 

She eats all her beans and rice and goes back to work.

Vanyel works on a letter to send back to Haven. For some reason Yfandes starts poking him every time he writes an apologetic phrase, so there are some ink-smears and accidental pen-marks. He eventually manages a letter that he thinks is both non-embarrassing and hopefully will be reassuring to the Heralds. He promises that he'll come back to Haven right away if they're stressed about Leareth's intentions, but says that Leareth so far shows all signs of being on their side, he's not concerned and neither is Yfandes, and Leareth did save his life at considerable risk to himself which should be a strong signal here. 

He folds it up and then nags the Healer babysitting him about whether he can get out of bed yet, he's apparently feeling well enough now to be very bored. 

...After much argument, it's agreed that he can get dressed in some borrowed clothes and walk around, maybe go see how Tarinda's getting on. 

Tarinda is performing arcane tasks with bits of metal with a very fixed expression and humming.

He doesn't want to interrupt in case the work is delicate and he startles her into damaging it, but he leans on the wall and watches curiously, Yfandes hovering nearby. 

She puts it down after a bit to drink some water and notices him. "Hi, Van."

"Hey!" He glances back and forth. "You look pretty settled in here already!" 

"They've been very helpful."

"I'm really sorry about losing your workshop and all back in Haven." He makes a face. "Although, honestly, it was a really fast way of clearing up the whole trust impasse with Leareth." 

"Yeah, it was. I don't think I'm actually at all slowed down all things considered."

"Guess that's something." Vanyel is still avoiding Mindspeech so he just lowers his voice. "...Do you trust him, at this point." 

"Pretty much? I guess something awful might turn up later but, like, he's helping me build Sing."

"Also he Gated in there to try to rescue you even though I assume the Star-Eyed wants him dead just as badly." Vanyel nods, thoughtful. "I'm in the same place. Not sure, but...sure enough to act on, I think." 

"He walked into an actively collapsing building to drag you and Savil out."