:Not especially? It's not doing his Good or Law any favors but that may have been a lost cause. He will get tired before I get bruised, and I put Resist Energy (Fire) and Protection from Energy (Lightning) up in case he manages to get off a levinbolt despite the compulsions or his goddess gets mad and lights me on fire. I'm sixth-circle now.: as if this last clause makes everything make perfect sense.

:Sure, suit yourself then: Kilchas leans forward over his knees with his chin propped in his hands and watches the wrestling match. 

Starwind keeps punching and clawing at Fazil while yelling incoherently about how he has no right along with a lot of swearwords in Tayledras, until he's red in the face and very out of breath. 

Eventually he slows down, looks at Fazil with anguish in his eyes, and then sort of collapses off to the side and hugs himself, head down on his knees, he's not audibly crying but his shoulders are shaking. 

Fazil stands up. "I'm sorry," he says. "I wish you'd had a goddess worthy of your faith in her."

:Is Van up yet?: he asks Yfandes.

:Yes, should I send him over?: 

:Yes, please.:

Vanyel arrives at a jog from the stables, still in his rumpled Whites from the day before. :What is it–:

:Starwind took it differently badly. I think maybe we should sound out whether they’ll be bad for each other and maybe let them see each other, at this point?:

:Makes sense. I'll Mindspeak Savil, see if she can come too: 

He does so, then sits down by Starwind, close but not touching him. "Hey. I'm really sorry. I know it must feel awful." 

No answer. 

"It's very understandable for you to be angry. With us, and...with Her, too - I know that might still be hard, but it really, really wasn't fair to you." 

"...Where is Moondance," Starwind says eventually, without any expression. 

"In a different Work Room. Asleep, right now. He - took it really hard, yesterday. He didn't want to see you, then, he was - scared you would be angry, since we couldn't break the mind-control for you at the same time." 

Starwind lifts his head. His eyes are haunted. "How could I be angry with him, for what you did to him." 

Vanyel sags a little in relief. :That's not the worst response: 

"I'm glad to hear that. He - badly needs comforting. But, I should warn you..." :Fazil, help, how am I supposed to explain how Moondance is reacting differently: 

:Gods, I have no idea. Probably you want to warn him about the suicide attempts, though.:

Vanyel nods, gritting his teeth. "He wasn't angry, he was just really, really distraught, he cried on me all afternoon and didn't sleep most of the night, he couldn't even really explain it. I think he said something about how it felt right and made sense before and - I guess doesn't now." 

"Nothing makes sense anymore," Starwind says, distantly, tonelessly. 

"I'm really sorry. He - also tried to kill himself, a few times. With Healing. I don't think he was thinking straight at all, he'd been awake being really upset most of the night. He's fine, though, Fazil got there right away and helped. One of the Healers is keeping him asleep for now." 

Starwind's nostrils flare, but he seems too drained to muster any real anger. "I want to see him." 

Then they can head over. He's going to stick close in case Moondance keeps killing himself.

Savil catches up just as they're reaching the other Work Room. She does not look like she's having a good morning. "Van, last night - what?" 

"It wasn't great. - Are you all right?" 

"Well, on top of everything else, now Kellan isn't speaking to me. Yfandes dragged him off for some sort of lecture about it." 

...Hug?