Sounds like a good idea to her. He should load up on calories, he's going to be very busy and stressed and using lots of magic.

He's planning to bring lots of high-calorie snacks too that he can eat without taking a break, but a big breakfast seems called for.

Leareth leans on her shoulder a bit as he chows down on (definitely non-flu-contaminated) eggs. "I had such a nonsense stress dream last night." 

"I... vaguely remember that maybe?"

"Goodness, did I pull you into it too? It was the one where Dara was secretly Karis and also the Star-Eyed could get 'blood-magic' by running Companion Foresight backward." 

"No, I don't remember the contents, just the fact that you had a bad dream. Wow, the things the sleeping mind comes up with."

"If that concept made any sense at all it really ought to have a separate name and not be called blood-magic as well, that would be so confusing - it is already mildly confusing extending the word to cover microbes." 

He finishes the last few bites on his plate, hugs her, and gets up to start directing the final prep. 

"Death magic sounds if anything more ominous.."

"Unfortunately true." Leareth kisses her on the top of the head, and goes to make sure boxes and mages are ending up at the relevant departure points and nothing is getting snarled up. 

Belrun frets in the most helpful way she can manage.

Leareth is no longer especially fretting, at this point; he's too focused on the object-level tasks in front of him, and holding the overall picture in his head, there's no room left over for much anxiety. He does slip by Belrun and sneak in a kiss whenever he can.

And on the third dice-roll for departure, it's a yes. 

:Leaving in two minutes: he sends. :I love you: 

:I love you. Good luck: She kisses him goodbye and helps haul in microbe containers.

And then two dozen Gates go up at once. Nayoki Gates Leareth to a spot twenty miles north of Haven, within comfortable Mindspeech and Farsight range but, they think, well out of range of the Heartstone's strongest influence. 

- the strain on the lifebond is immediately apparent. 

She has had worse but she does not like it. She goes to snuggle up to Amshalan.

Leareth isn't a fan either, but he's also too busy to dwell much on the distant ache and tug in the back of his mind. Belrun is safe, or as safe as it's possible to make her, that's the important part. 

And Vanyel is transported by Gate (with the usual accommodations) directly to the Palace, and is awake and shaking off the grogginess five seconds later. Savil has been back for a while now. 

:Savil, you need to evacuate now: 

:- Oh, hey, ke'chara. Thanks for the generous advance warning. I can tell the others the plan now, then?: 

:Ideally after they've evacuated, don't delay for that, but - yes, it's not going to be secret for much longer. The smell alone is pretty unmistakeable: The tanks are being transported sealed, but it's a lot easier to use mage-sight on them with the lids off. 

:On it, then I'll be over to join you once everyone's out: 

–Ugh, other Gates are popping up within sense-range now, dozens of them. It's pretty bearable as long as he's shielding and Yfandes is helping out and the nearest of them is still a quarter-mile off, but it's distracting and he doesn't like it. 

Five hundred miles away, Amshalan snuggles up with Belrun. :I've decided I don't like suspense: 

:You too, huh?: She has a book but is having trouble concentrating on it.

Rolan needs to do a fair amount of yelling to get the Heralds and especially the Council on board with a sudden, no-warning evacuation of the entire Palace and area within the walls. He's simultaneously Broadsending Mindspeech to the entire city of Haven, recommending that people leave the area if they can or at least get to the furthest point from the Palace, due to a major magical working happening, which is also going to smell bad, though the odour itself won't be dangerous in open air. 

The citizens of Haven are so incredibly confused, but the Groveborn's commanding, ringing-silver mindvoice gets them moving. 

The setup itself goes smoothly and on schedule, with no more than the expected number of logistical hiccups for an operation of this size. 

Dara paces the nearly-empty compound for a while and then comes to sit next to Belrun. "Ugh." 

"I agree entirely that ugh."

"I keep having a doomy feeling about this and - it's probably not Foresight, right, I did have weird dreams last night but it was more the kind of stupid stress dream I used to have about our annual exams." Dara hugs herself. "It just seems - not actually that unlikely that something we didn't see coming will happen and it'll be awful somehow."