:Sure, that’ll work, thank you:

Savil Mindspeaks silently with Tylendel and then shoos him out. Vanyel is already asleep again. 

:Be back in a bit, this won’t take long:

Off to dispel some illusions! That she put in place perhaps eight hours ago. Well, the point was to make them, not to keep them. But she does take a brief minute to look at the room with her illusionary mark on it, feeling a little sad. Poor room. It had been hers, briefly, and now it’ll be like she was never there. Now doesn’t that sting, after the life she lived and accidentally left, and all of her efforts turning to rubble at the bottom of the sea while she wasn’t even there to attempt to save it. No wonder she’d need a minute to stare quietly at the thing she made, hesitating to unmake it.

Well, no point getting melancholic about it. It was never really going to last. She flings unaspected magic at the illusions to shatter them, then turns on her heel to walk back to Savil before she can watch them finish dissipating. Really, she needs to work on being a bit less dramatic, it was just a couple of cheap illusions.

Savil is sitting perched on the edge of Vanyel's cot, stroking his hair, her eyes far away. 

Tylendel gets back shortly later, hauling a stuffed travel-bag over his shoulder and carrying a saddle, which appears to be meant for Yfandes. Gala is already saddled by the Work Room door. 

Yfandes rises, glances at Vetareh with a sort of mental throat-clearing. :Figure you can help me saddle up, if I give you directions? My Chosen is, er, indisposed: 

:Sure, I can follow directions! And work with fiddly buckles and everything. I have many talents:

She doesn't have very much idea what she's doing, but she has some, and Gala is right there with a saddle on her already, so the end result is fairly obvious. Plus directions, directions help very much.

Yfandes is good at directions! 

Once she's all saddled up and outside the Work Room, it's time to get a very sleepy drugged Vanyel out bed, bundled in warm clothing, and somehow wrestle him into her saddle, where he can be belted into place. 

Ah, yes. Return of the squishy caster brigade. Probably someone that was actually specialized in martial combat and built appropriately like a bull for it would have an easier time of this. But all they have are squishy casters and quadrupeds. They manage to get Vanyel onto Yfandes's saddle despite this handicap, but wow does she miss having a proper warrior around for doing things involving heavy lifting. This is terrible.

But they did it! Vetareh finds and dons the borrowed cloak, then turns it from its bright pink to a more subdued violet that matches her clothes with a cheap illusion. It won't hold up in any sort of combat situation, but hey, there's no reason that she should look terrible. This complete, she locates one of Van's ankles so she can spam Blackout on command, whenever they get to the actual Gating.

First they need to get across the grounds to the Heralds' Temple. Savil, now mounted on her own Companion, leads the way over. It's less than a five-minute ride even moving at a very slow walking pace for Vanyel's sake. 

She raises her hands, and then winces and makes a face. :Hate Gates: she mutters. :Um, just to warn you, I'm going to be pretty tired on the other end. And cranky. My apologies in advance. We should be arriving at a cave - it'll be chilly but I've got firewood: She gestures to the bundle of it tied onto Kellan's saddlebags. :Then I'll use a magic talisman to call them and they should come find us. Unfortunately they've moved the Vale, I don't know the new location, so we can't go looking for them: 

:Sounds good. I've got a spell (actually to be more specific it's a magical stance) to assist with the cold, so I should be okay, but I can't cover other people with it:

She'd worked out what she'd be bringing beforehand, and it's already set up. Blackout and Echo (the spell used to duplicate Blackout) are coming, of course, but so are some other things that are likely to help. Somewhat uncomfortably, she's not even bringing any kind of interrupt. Technically Blackout could be used as one, but it's touch range, not distant. If Tylendel decides to blow himself up again they might all be in trouble; privately Vetareh really hopes he's learned his lesson. She can't actually permanently devote one of her spell slots to stopping him from doing stupid things, even if it's a little tempting because how do you even do that the once, no, no, bad mesmer, you're supposed to be moving past that.

Savil is curious about the difference between a spell and a magical stance, but now doesn't seem like the time to ask, they're on a mission.

:Ready to Blackout him?: she checks with Vetareh, waits for acknowledgement before beginning.  

Once Vanyel is thoroughly blocked from feeling the pain of his Gift-channels, Savil grits her teeth and starts casting the Gate. The archway around the tall bronze doors of the temple, currently standing ajar, begins to glow with a clear blue-white light, much tidier than Tylendel's Gate from before.

Savil directs the search, out and out, look for here, a cave shaped just so, where the air smells like this, there's probably snow on the ground right now... 

The Gate eventually snaps up and she surges across. :Let's go: 

Tylendel shoots a worried glance at his unconscious lifebonded as Gala carries him across. 

Vetareh is not on a horse, but she keeps pace with Yfandes as she keeps hold of Vanyel's ankle. At least walking and spamming Blackout is more interesting than doing nothing and spamming Blackout, that's nice. Even if it also means she can't do magic, which is awful. Especially when there's neat magic that she wants to peer at with her magic, and she mostly can't! It's sort of like being able to smell a delicious apple pie, and then also not being allowed to taste it or even look particularly closely at it. And also knowing that the apple pie is going to disappear specifically before Vetareh has her full magical faculties back. Augh. Just, the worst.

She keeps her complaints internal, of course. Suffice to say, she's going to be very happy when Vanyel doesn't need her to constantly do this for him all the time.