:Oh, no, it wasn't especially draining. I wouldn't at all mind doing it again sometime: 

:Great! Then that's all, thank you very much and have a lovely day. I'm going to go enjoy your lovely country:

She stands and gives another little courtly bow, then off she goes, looking quite cheerful.

Lancir smiles to himself as he watches her go, then returns to his work. 

Well after noon, Savil finally drags herself back to consciousness. She sits on the stone and loose hay for a while, blinking, and then sends Lissa to bring her some tea. 

:'Lendel, ke'chara, how's Van?:

Tylendel is cuddled up with Vanyel, stroking his hair. :Don't wake him. Healer just gave him more drugs, but he set the sheet on fire earlier when he was startled: 

:And I slept through that? Gods: 

:Savil, I'm - sorry - for what I–:

:Shhh. 'Lendel, now isn't the time to debrief it. What matters is that it didn't happen, and - we need to focus on Van now: She takes a deep breath. :I need to check his Gifts at some point, apparently Yfandes thinks he has a lot of them, but - it's going to hurt him, if his head is really all torn up the way we think: 

Vetareh takes a bit of time to sun herself out in one of the many gardens, humming half of a snippet of a song to herself as she tries to not think too hard and just focus on the sensations she can feel. In the Mists, sensations were deadened and muted, and everything was often so quiet. It’s really nice to just sit in the middle of a place with actual people. Listening, watching. Not doing anything in particular. She might have sort of been able to do something like this, in one of the small world-shards in the slurry that is the proto-reality of that place, if she’d ever found a looping reality-fragment that was particularly peaceful and filled with people. But, of course, she never did, and never would have if she’d found one, anyway. She was never relaxed enough to ever really stop trying to claw her way back to actual tangible reality. Not to mention, she spent the entirety of her time in the Mists terrified that a demon would come by and eat her soul as a power source, or something. Besides, her senses would have been dulled and she’d feel about the same as if she kept walking and trying to find some way out of the place. Which kind of misses the point.

...

Okay, bored now. Lonely, too, so let’s find something to do. Hm, she could meet new people, try to answer any questions about her new home, maybe try to overcome the language barrier to pick someone up in a bar or something. ... The seems like too much trouble, for not enough payoff, though. And like she’d have to go through the obstacle course of explaining how she’s so weird and foreign. She’d probably have to put up with the discomfort of being pitied, which just does not appeal at all. She craves physical touch, but not enough to go through all of that.

Maybe she can just go talk to someone she already knows, and preferably likes. She liked Kilchas, though she thinks he’s not in much position to just hang out with the weird foreign lady just because she’s lonely. Oh well. Who else. Van’s quadruped, Yfandes, was fantastic and also her favorite ... and she might also be bored and lonely, considering. It would mean stuffing herself in a cramped Work Room with two traumatized teenagers, one of which almost killed her the day before, the other which she might be responsible for helping to magically maim. But yeah, okay. If it’s unpleasant or awkward she can always just leave. But if it’s not she can companionably lean on a, uh, Companion, was what they called them, so that would be appropriate.

She stands, clears the traces of water from the dew of the grass off of herself with a quick brush of magic - not hers, this is a service provided by her clothes - and then ambles off to the Work Room to see about having company.

There are a lot of tired and miserable looking people in there! And a sleeping Vanyel who everyone is carefully not waking. 

:Ooh, welcome back!: Yfandes at least seems delighted to see her. :You look better rested, I'm glad: 

:Hi, thank you, I am! And it's even not an emergency/mess resolution situation: Deep breath. Come on, social anxiety is fake and nobody knows what they're doing. :I decided I could use some company and thought you might too, and I don't mind giving Van breaks while drugs are wearing off or for bathroom breaks or eating, or someone trying to heal his Gifts or something:

The second part of that is sincere, but actually: yeah, Vetareh is totally here to spend time with Yfandes. She's lonely and she liked Yfandes, quite a bit.

:I'll absolutely take you up on having company, if you don't mind the crowdedness in here: Yfandes wriggles over a little closer to Vanyel's side of the cot. :You can squish in here if you don't mind being cozy. And, hmm, Savil actually needed to go have a look and test what Gifts he even has, I can guess mage-gift and Thoughtsensing but there are a lot more. It'll hurt him, though. Figure your spell would block the pain while still letting Savil peek?:

She will totally squish in there and snuggle up. Yay, touching a living being again! Wow, her standards are so terrible, that's really sad!

:I expect it will, since he can't feel them at all while he's got it on him. Not sure if you'd like me to do it now, though, since it looks like he's still asleep and I expect none of us want to wake him. Also, hi, this is Savil?: She looks curiously at Savil.

Savil offers her a not-very-convincing smile over the rim of her teacup. :You're - Vetareh Spellbreaker something or other, right? The one who saved my nephew's life by preventing my trainee from doing something very stupid: 

Vetareh nods. Her own smile is just a tad bit frozen over the reminder that the aforementioned trainee's very stupid thing almost also killed Vetareh herself.

:Yes, I am. (Okay so Savil got it technically right but 'Spellbreaker' is a title, not a second name - it's honestly not a big deal, she is just actually this picky about details all of the time, it's terrible and also super useful, and there is just no way to gracefully socially correct that, especially over mind-speech) Pleasure to meet you, I'm sorry it's in such not-ideal conditions. (Also sorry for the fraction of responsibility she has for Van's current situation, because: very picky about details, did she mention?):

Savil seems undisturbed by the picky-about-details. :Pleasure to meet you too. Yfandes likes you, so I expect we'll get along fine too: 

:Yfandes is lovely (and so practical!! Vetareh loves practicality so much), and I hope so:

Yfandes is so great, Vetareh happily nestles into the quadruped's Companion's side because yay competent allies!

After a few beats of silence, Tylendel clears his throat. :Um, Vetareh?: 

She is put together and self aware enough to not translate or send any hint of her immediate emotional reply to that, which is petty and spiteful and honestly kind of unfair. ("Oh, am I not being ignored now, how exciting. Did you finally realize I'm a person you almost murdered.")

But she does go a little bit still and does not - quite - meet his gaze, in favor of looking carefully at a spot on the wall. Her reply is just a touch cold, even if it's not outright hostile.

:... Yes?:

:I - I'm really sorry: Tylendel tries valiantly to look at her for a second and then his gaze plummets to his lap. :I - nearly did something horrible - that would've killed you too, and, and Van... Thank you. For stopping me: 

He's been rehearsing the words for at least the last couple of candlemarks and this doesn't make it any easier at ALL. 

:Thank you. And you're welcome, I'm glad I did too, you didn't deserve to end there: she replies, carefully, and he can feel that this is sincere, if very carefully controlled and belying some serious anger and pain over the whole affair. There's a pause as she tries to wrestle with her extremely strong emotions.

:... I might need to yell at you about it before I can properly forgive you, I want to be reasonable and forgiving and - and you're just a kid that was in over your head, it would be so pointless/cruel/wasteful to just hold a single averted mistake against you forever. I bet you're beating yourself up so much right now, and making that worse would just not help anything at all. But, um (Oh man she wants to yell at him SO MUCH he has NO IDEA what he almost did to her) ...Yeah:

:I...sort of want to give you some context on this: Savil sends to her, privately. :Not that it excuses what he almost did, but...: 

:I think I’d like context at some point, but maybe not... now?: Because Tylendel is missing context too, right, and if his apology to her for nearly killing her becomes about his feelings instead of hers she’s, uh, she’s probably going to start screaming, and that wouldn’t be good for anyone or constructive at all. :I don’t wish him ill, don’t (endorsedly) want to hurt him, and I don’t want him to wallow in guilt forever, but at some point he needs to (get the fuck over himself/get out of his own head):

She blinks through tears and focuses on the physical to get some kind of distance from feelings that are too raw. Yfandes is very soft, she can begin gently petting her silky white fur, pet pet pet, so soft.

:Yes, of course. ...What a mess: The second part is a not-quite-intended whisper of Mindspeech. Savil goes back to absently rubbing Tylendel's back.