:Yep! And decorated my guest room, I do better when I have a place that feels excessively mine. And ate, should I have brought you something?:

Yawn. :Nah, I can grab something before I go to bed. Are you probably leaving today with Savil?: 

:Probably, yes:

:Aww, then I probably won't see you again for a while. I'm glad I got to meet you!: Hug? 

Hug! :I'm glad to have met you, too!:

This little healer: very cute. Vetareh is charmed.

The little Healer beams at her, and then yawns. :Sorry. I'd better go get some sleep: 

A few minutes later Vanyel stirs, grunting in his sleep. 

:Have a good night:

“Good morning, sunshine!” sing-songs Vetareh, in a language that Vanyel will absolutely not understand. Boop! Have a Blackout, you poor person-conduit, you. She’s not qualified to get drugs into him, but she can industriously see about getting fluids into him! By gently bapping his face with the glass and being so incredibly annoying that drinking to make her go away is more appealing than doing nothing at all.

Her escapades wake Tylendel, who knuckles at his eyes, seems vaguely amused for a moment, and then remembers that she's mad at him and avoids her eyes.

Vanyel is thirsty and also he would like the bapping to stop, and he tries to grip it and drink, but he's not exactly very coordinated right now. 

Tylendel very patiently holds the glass to his lips and helps him sip from it, all while studiously avoiding Vetareh's eyes. 

That’s fine. She wasn’t very attached to getting fluids into Vanyel duty anyway. Tylendel can have it.

... ugh, is he going to be avoiding her gaze like she kicked his puppy for the entirety of the time that she’s here? That’s irritating. Yes, she’s still mad at him, but, ugh, he shouldn't be boring about how he deals with it, okay. This narrative trope is dull and grating and offers little of value to anyone. Wallowing in guilt isn’t even fun to watch.

:Look, my annoyance with you is very emotionally driven and therefore illogical,: sends Vetareh, once Tylendel’s Vanyel has been properly watered and Vetareh can stop spamming Blackout. :I know you’re sorry, I know you didn’t really mean it, I know it was a dumb mistake that you will not be making again, and I know that no real harm was done to me. Putting aside the tricky irrational emotion bits, I consider us square. Please stop acting like I will bite your head off at the first opportunity, I have a little more self control than that:

Tylendel twitches, looking startled and off-balance, but slowly lifts his head and meets her eyes. :I'm sorry. I'll - it's not really - I'll try: It's really not that he's worried she'll shout at him. He wants to curl up and sink into the floor when Savil looks at him, too, and he's not expecting her to shout at all. It's...he doesn't know what. 

     :You found out you have the capacity for stupid decisions you didn't know you were capable of: Gala sends, not unkindly. :It's - there's a lesson to be learned, there, Chosen, but it's not easy: 

Tylendel says nothing, just reaches to squeeze Vanyel's hand. At least Van is all right. He owes Vetareh that - owes her everything, really, and given that, the least he can do is not make her uncomfortable by being sad at her. 

Oh, come on, open up a little to her, be annoyed with how self absorbed she is, be amazed at how she can be civil, ask her questions about how to be a bad person and still do good things, something, this wallowing is dumb.

:Eye contact is great and all, but it’s not actually what I want. You made a very dumb mistake. It almost got a lot of people killed. It happens. Especially when it comes to vast quantities of power, pressure someone wasn’t expecting, lots of charged emotions, and an emergency situation. The part of me that decides who I am doesn’t actually care. What I do care about is the after. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to sit there and keep wallowing and avoiding the gaze of everyone you think you aren’t worthy of, or are you going to try to be better?:

Tylendel blinks at her. 

:I want to get better. I - I can't think about it right now. I, just, everything hurts so much: Staven is still dead and it feels like a horrible error on the part of the universe, that Staven can be dead, that so much has happened and yet Staven isn't here. Even talking to Gala kind of hurts, though he clings to their bond anyway. 

See! That's better, that's actually engaging with her instead of hiding in a little Tylendel shell, barely emoting at anything that happens around him. That's something!

:Well, fair enough. You are absolutely entitled to time to hurt and grieve. Just know what you're aiming yourself at, yeah? It makes the rest easier:

:Mmm: Tylendel nods, gives her a watery not-quite-smile. 

Hmm. Results inconclusive. Well, she tried. Moving on!

Where is the person that is supposed to drug Van? And probably they should feed him. Or something.

Savil gets there shortly later with the redhaired Healer, Andrel. Andrel has drugs and breakfast. Savil has a travel bag. She gives Vetareh a tired nod. 

Vetareh waves, and then gets back to being the resident Blackout bitch magical suppression specialist. Ugh this is still so incredibly unpleasant.

Andrel is very efficient and quite bossy about getting drugs and soup into Vanyel as fast as possible - in that order, so the drugs start kicking in by the time he's had most of the soup - and then gives Vetareh the go-ahead to stop casting Blackout. 

Yay, freedom! She has the good manners to not look too relieved, and gives Vanyel a gentle head pat. You’re doing great, person-conduit that’s suffering the most from this mess. She’s happy to help, even if it sucks a bunch and she hates it. Then she bounces to her feet, looking at Savil expectantly.

:When are we leaving?: she asks.

:As soon as Tylendel goes and packs up some of his and Van's things. I've gone mine here: She pats the travel bag. :You need to pack at all?: 

:Nope! Though I should go be responsible and dispel some illusions I left in my guest room. And maybe get a warm cloak from somewhere:

She’s still really not dressed for winter. The enchantments help, but a large fluffy cloak would probably also help.

:Want my spare? It's, er... It was a gift from my sister-in-law, Van's mother, and it's - pink. With ermine trim. If you don't mind that. I never wear it, it's been in a chest since she gave it to me: