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."
"Yeah. I'm a little worried about public opinion? We show up to do a secret unannounced operation and Haven gets torched..."
"It is really not ideal! I - have not really had much capacity to think about it."
"The Heralds haven't mentioned anything about it so hopefully it's manageable."
"At least there were relatively few deaths. ...Just a lot of rebuilding, which my organization may not be in any shape to help with."
"The Palace was very old and could be built anew much better, was my impression." Sigh. "I still wish I had - been cleverer, somehow, avoided this - but I am not sure what precaution could have stopped Her."
"Uh, Dara and Amshalan both spooked about gryphons attacking the site we were at. We randomized departure and Gated to the next one and then there were a bunch of earthquakes. The mage couldn't hold a gate long enough to get everybody through to the third, and anyway they were having quakes too, less so but I had no real reason to believe that would hold. So I stayed put and asked how hard Gates are, apparently hard, and how hard shields are, apparently easy. Maged another volunteer and then myself by getting the existing mage to route his Sight through Amshalan. And then we kept everybody under shield while the ceiling was falling in, though the other new one had a few injuries in that bubble."
"- You are amazing." Belrun deserves a kiss for that, but unfortunately Leareth only gets about three seconds into said kiss before grunting in pain again. "...I think maybe I need more of the drugs, this is - getting quite unpleasant..."
:Yeah, I just didn't want to interrupt her if there was some known-to-Companions better option. How are you doing -: She knocks on Shavri's shields.
:Oh, hmm - how bad's his pain right now? We were giving him argonel yesterday, nothing else was strong enough, but you saw how out of it he was, if he's more lucid now he may want to stay that way:
"Do you need argonel again or can they give you something less mind-affecting?"
Leareth frowns. He hates how it makes it impossible to stay awake, but he's also waited probably too long at this point and he's in rapidly increasing pain. "Maybe try something less mind-affecting and see."
:He'll try stepping down to something else: "Where's it worst, I can concentrate there."
"Right now, around my ribs. I can hold still everywhere else but I have to breathe."
Shavri brings him a dose of poppy-syrup a few minutes later. "This is still fairly strong but it shouldn't make you as sleepy."
It doesn't make him nearly as sleepy, but... "I am - not sure - I like this any better," Leareth says faintly, twenty minutes later when it's starting to hit him fully.
"Well, maybe I'll make a lot of progress on your ribs and you can do without going forward."