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When Vanyel is ready for the mad science tour, he shows him the monkeys. "They're monkeys," she feels it necessary to clarify. "I know they look very human at this point, because the whole point of them is that I'm going to move into one if I ever die, but they're not people, and I have forbidden the staff to name them. I could move into one now if I had to but I'd like to get one actually looking like me in particular first, and I want to stick more Gifts into them, I got Fetching out of some Changesquirrels but further work is needed." She shows him the mice, too. "Do you suppose Jisa'd like a winged mouse? What's her favorite color?" She shows him all her microbiology eggs. "That's a flu sample from the recent plague! I remembered to take one. Those there are other flus. The white eggs have more-alive microbes and the brown eggs have less-alive kinds - there's a cold one of the staff mages had a few months ago, there's food poisoning, there's the most common kind from healthy intestines - you could get your Sight this fine, you know, I don't do heavy Healing-Gift use apart from Sight for this work."
Oh thank goodness. Belrun parallelizes with the less complex cases herself.
Dara is unhurt, except for some scrapes on her leg which wasn't quite under the mage-barrier enough and got knocked around by some flying small rock-shards.
"Um, I'm trying to Farsee what's going on - we probably shouldn't go to the surface, I don't think the gryphons know where this place is but they're still looking. In the dark, too, they've got mage-searchlights or something."
"Can you use your Fetching touchsight to tell if there's anything unstable above us? The other Foreseer thinks that was the worst of it but there might be more aftershocks."
"That's a good idea. I'm not an architect but I can bounce to Amshalan and she can share it around to anyone who knows more."
She feels the ceiling.
They seem to have gotten lucky on one thing at least; the dining hall has mostly collapsed, and the remaining rock above it has a crack running through it, but the part above the hallways, that hasn't already fallen down, is pretty stable.
She relays this. "Again, not an engineer, but I think it'll hold till everybody else comes."
"Do we, um, have any idea what's going on in Haven or when anyone is going to come?"
"Well, Leareth's alive, I know that much, and I think if he'd been rendered helpless he'd probably have been rendered dead. But whether they're on schedule I'm not sure."
"Not with much detail..." She leans into the bond, trying to figure it out.
Exhaustion. Relief. Some sort of distress, maybe physical pain, the distances mutes it and makes it hard to tell.
"Might be injured, definitely tired, but not - emotionally upset? I think. So that could just be everything going more or less according to plan for all I know."
"I have no idea what time it is. Not morning yet, I guess, still dark out." Dara slumps back against the wall. Shivers. "Don't know that I can sleep."
"I'm not even planning to try, I'd just wake up groggier the next time there was an aftershock. Maybe if there aren't any for the next long while."
Sigh. "Guess we'll wait. Anyone get badly hurt? I was distracted trying to Farsee gryphons."
"There've been injuries. No deaths but I'm not sure on the prognosis for the head injury."
"And we're pretty sure this was gods messing with us." It's not a question.
Belrun touchsights the ceiling. Practices sipping from the leyline more deftly to replenish the little that takes out of her.
There are a few, lighter aftershocks, which send more dust floating down from the ceiling and make a lot of people yelp in alarm, but no more falling debris.
Dara, yawning, eventually confirms that the sun is up outside. "I think they thought they'd be done by now?"