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."
:That makes sense. It's very useful:
She bops around checking on things for a bit and then grabs lunch (this time it's oatmeal!) to see how Leareth's nap is coming along.
Pet pet. She goes back to work for the rest of the afternoon, writes a letter to Rana, sends someone off to Petras to buy food and get the word out that she'll be in to sell Gifts next week, goes back to Leareth's side around dinnertime (pease again).
He's still asleep but wakes to her approach. "...Mrgg," he says, grumpily. "I feel even more tired than when I went to sleep!"
"Oh no, I'm sorry. In a couple candlemarks it'll be a reasonable bedtime and you'll probably be just about all right again come morning? But have dinner." She presents him with pease.
Yawn. "You should keep me awake until then, I think, and I will sleep better." Leareth leans on her, still groggy, and nibbles on his pease porridge, which he is sooooooo bored of.
"I'll do my best. We should have better food variety in a couple of days, when the Petras errand-runner comes back, I sent them with some money for spices and flour and eggs and cheese and such."
"Wonderful!" He eats his pease with slightly renewed enthusiasm, bolstered by the thought that in a few days he'll have literally anything else to eat.
"I know, right, I'm so sick of this stuff I've been contemplating asking Amshalan to bounce me her sense of taste when she's eating grass."
Leareth goes serious again, freezing with a spoonful of pease halfway to his mouth. :Oh. And?:
Leareth looks through her notes. He's very used to Belrun's note-formatting by now. :They were not the most forthcoming on all your questions, were They?:
:I didn't get pushy but yeah, not an open book. I'm waiting on a poll of Companions after more of them have gotten jailbroken to bother Them about that part:
:I'm not sure if we should expand Their territory north, it might complicate making your own and I don't feel confident about whether that's a bad idea at this point or not:
:I would at least want to give the matter a great deal of consideration. The Shadowgod thinks the north is not actively at risk from hostile gods?:
:Well, if you don't want to figure this out now how do you want me to keep you awake?:
:We could go for a walk? We could play a game, I suppose, although you will definitely win:
Leareth has the energy for about half a candlemark of walking - and does seem more alert during it - but after that point it becomes seriously un-fun, maybe he can switch to losing at chess until it's a more reasonable bedtime?
She will handicap herself half her pieces and see if she can still beat him like that.