Yeah, Vetareh will babysit Vanyel to make sure he doesn't fall off of his quadruped.

:Yes, please: she replies, and even her magic feels foreign and strange. Her replies are coming in little efficient concept-packages more than a proper mindlink where he actually touches her mind. :I have a temporary fix for Vanyel, to separate his Gifts from his ability to touch them, but I need a safe place to acquire the tools to implement it, and it's not a long term solution. At all.: She then sends a concept-package of what her solution will entail; she'll need to be touching Vanyel, and she'll only partially be able to keep him cut off with extended attention and doing a boring spell over and over and over again like the stubborn madwoman that she really is. He'll average being cut off about nine seconds out of ten, maybe. And only while Vetareh is awake and has the patience to do a very boring thing for what is almost certainly going to be hours at best. Interestingly, energy doesn't seem to factor into her considerations of whether or not she could keep doing this.

:So ultimately I think he needs (a shielded place where he can be with his terrifying/lovely quadruped), and someone that can actually heal his Gifts. Because I can't. Separately he also needs control:

:Fascinating: He starts directing her down another path. :I suppose we should put him in a Work Room, but his Companion wants to be with him, understandably, so I think we'll have to embiggen the door on one of them. I can do that with magic and I guess I'd better go ahead and do it even though it's the middle of the goddamned night: 

She obligingly follows him.

:Yes, please. Thanks: Then she sends a general feeling of camaraderie, of how this is absolutely going to suck for every single person involved, and that she sincerely wishes him (strength/tenacity/being-like-this-god-of-fire-and-war, well known for being the most stubborn bastard her world has ever seen) in his efforts. Yep, middle of the goddamned night, it's raining, she literally just got here, let's go punch the problem's goddamn face in. Proverbially. Keep people safe and not screaming in agony, in practice.

Kilchas slaps her lightly on the shoulder. :I like you already. Here we are: He stops in front of a stone wall and unlocks a heavy wooden door. :This is my Work Room. It's very well shielded, he won't be able to do anything to you in there. Need a candle or anything?: 

She beams at him.

:No, I’m all right, thanks. Go kick some (proverbial) ass:

In she goes! She has a plan for the spells she wants, or at least about half of one. When the door’s closed and she’s properly shielded, she releases her current set of spells and gets to picking a new one. It doesn’t take long, and neither does everything getting settled again.

Back to the stables! In the rain, which has by this point lost just about all of its novelty!

Vanyel is curled up against his Companion, moaning quietly in pain but fairly calm. 

Tylendel is holding Vanyel's hand. He's obviously been crying. He feels terrible about everything and Vanyel is in pain, which is awful, and he can't fix it, and he nearly killed himself and his mind is screaming and flinching away from what that would've done to Vanyel. Gala is trying to comfort him but she's fairly shaken herself and she's not currently very comforting. 

:I'm shielding him: Yfandes informs Vetareh. :He's miserable but as long as it's dark and quiet and no one startles him, he's not too out of control. What's the plan?: 

:I need to be touching him and my imperfect (and very boring/annoying/unpleasant) solution will only last while I’m awake and keeping on top of it. (Visual of Kilchas) is using the time to get a Work Room a door big enough for you, that’s a less kind-to-him but more ultimately stable solution. Nothing for directly healing it, yet. I’m not going to be able to mind-talk while doing this, questions before I start? I can be flagged down to stop at any time, just. Not an idiot that doesn’t tell people what the consequences of her actions are:

She slides carefully next to Vanyel to gently take one of his hands. This will do for physical contact. Now it’s just waiting for an okay from the quadruped.

:Any idea what it'll feel like to him? We should try to tell him what's happening, so he doesn't panic about it. Unfortunately I can't Mindspeak him without hurting his channels, everything's all torn up in his head and he's in a lot of pain: 

She sends precisely what he’ll be feeling, if nothing weird with foreign magic is going on. She knows, because this spell works by doing the thing to herself, and then sympathy impressing it upon someone else. To all of his physical senses, he will feel completely fine. To the magical ones, he’ll feel kind of like he’s kind of bundled in a big cumbersome blanket and unable to move or sense or feel anything but being very hugged/smothered depending on how he takes it. He will be able to feel his energy reserves being present, but not use them for anything. If they’re lucky he might just not be able to feel his channels at all, but it’s hard to say without trying it, and she doesn’t want to bet on it.

There’s probably no way to tell him what this thing is without making it worse. :Sorry: she adds.

:All right. I don't think that's going to scare him any more than what's already going on, and I'll try to reassure him if it does: Yfandes tells Gala so this can be passed on to Tylendel. :You can go ahead: 

There’s some setup, first, the casting of two spells in a specific order so she can copy and cast the main magic cutoff spell multiple times in a row, but then -

She casts Blackout. Together, the both of them are temporarily cut off from magic. To Vanyel, it feels like his channels and the pain associated with them abruptly disappear, along with all of his strange new magic senses. To Vetareh, it feels much the same, but there’s no loss of agonizing pain to go with it. She makes a bit of a face.

...Wow. That's incredible. For a minute all Vanyel can do is lie there, basking in not-being-in-pain. 

"...Mmmwhassat?" he manages finally. 

Tylendel murmurs a not very coherent explanation of what Vetareh is doing. 

"Oh." Vanyel squeezes Tylendel's hand. Blinks. "Mm'so tired..." 

"I know. You got hurt bad. Shh, it's all right, I'm here. You can just sleep." 

"Wh'happened?" 

Tylendel brushes the hair back from Vanyel's clammy forehead. "Lots of things. You got Gifts and you got Chosen and you mustn't do any magic because you're hurt. But she's here to help us. You can just rest." 

None of that makes any sense, but Vanyel is too bleary to care. He settles himself more comfortably against the warm soft body next to him - his Companion, confusion, awe, too much to absorb - and he flees all of it and tries to sink into sleep. 

He’s going to have a hard time of that, because Vetareh cannot actually keep this up forever. Nine seconds out of ten, averaging out, but spells don’t last forever. Even copied twice over, she cannot actually just chain cast this forever. There were always going to be gaps in coverage.

“Heads up,” murmurs Vetareh in her foreign language, wincing. The lack of pain abruptly cuts out, and Vanyel gets to feel agony again.

For about three seconds. Then she gets the complicated chain of spells off, and the pain disappears again.

Ack. Vanyel whimpers and clings to Tylendel, his other hand clenching around Vetareh's fingers hard enough to hurt, and then when it cuts it again he relaxes.

The second gap-in-coverage startles him enough that he projects a bit, or tries to; he doesn't get past Yfandes' shields but she does grunt with the sudden strain of shielding him. 

This is so awful! It's less awful, nine-tenths less awful to be precise, but Vanyel is still intermittently suffering and Tylendel feels so bad. He feels like this is somehow entirely his fault. 

Vetareh thinks it’s like nine tenths his fault, mostly on account of how he tried to solve a problem with explosive suicide and she holds a grudge. She thinks that things would have been much worse if she hadn’t been there. But then, maybe Gala wouldn’t have died, without Vetareh to be distracting, and the three of them would have just gone through the Gate without a care in the world. Or maybe not. She has no way of knowing.

She warns whenever the chain of Blackouts are going to cut off, with a short phrase that quickly gets worn to a monotone. There’s a pattern to it, but it’s one of those quirky overlap of three different mathematical patterns that aren’t immediately obvious upon viewing. But if you sit there and get to feel it each and every time, well.

This was always, always going to suck. It’s also very, very boring.

It sucks a lot less than it did before! Whatever she's doing feels oddly comforting, in addition to blocking the pain, it's like being swaddled tightly and hugged except metaphorically. Vanyel is getting in some moments of rest where he's not in horrible pain and can, very slowly, think through what he knows of his situation. And sneak in some micro-naps. He's so tired.