She doesn't particularly expect Urtho to kill her, he doesn't seem the type, but she doesn't know much about him. - not the time to think about it. "Like you said. Tomorrow might be too late."

"If we are going to do it then we should do it now." 

Still sitting with her in his lap, half-clinging to her, Ma'ar raises his free hand, and the doorframe glows, and then within less than five seconds the area inside it flashes white and the light fades and on the other side is a very startled woman with her hand on Mhalir in a bowl of water. 

"- Go," Ma'ar hisses, "go now–"

She runs across. 

He snaps the Gate down, and then he's alone in Carissa's room, and it's suddenly very quiet, and he sits for a long moment and then lets his head fall into his hands. 

The woman scrambles to her feet. "What - who are you, how–" 

She sinks to her knees and raises her hands in the air and tries to look very not threatening. "I'm Carissa. That's - Mhalir - he's mine - is he okay? Also I have an important message for Urtho."

The woman's expression softens. "Oh, you're Carissa? He's been asking for you... Er, he's hurt, the human he was symbiotes with had a bad head injury and she was improving but he wasn't, I thought maybe I could help him better if I could see him properly, so–" She waves her hand at the bowl. 

"Oh. Thank you. May I? Our magic can do healing too." Specifically you can douse people with a devil's blood and speed their recovery in the name of Hell but it still works however you feel about Hell and whoever's in charge of it, she's checked.

The woman stares hard at her for a moment.

"- Uh, by all means, go ahead." 

She pulls a vial out of her bag and wets her finger with it and reaches for Mhalir and casts the spell.

That looks so weird to Healing-Sight and she makes a face about it, but - "He looks a fair bit better, I think? I, er, you can - have him back, I guess, if you want...?" 

"Thank you." She reaches for him and holds him up to her ear.

Mhalir notices first that he feels a lot better, suddenly, he can sort of think - and then there's movement and vibration and then he's being held to someone's ear. 

He thinks it's - Carissa? Which doesn't really make sense, but what else is he supposed to do. He slips in. 

<....Carissa? Are you all right?>

She tries to mentally shove the last day at him while returning to kneeling and looking non-threatening, because probably the Gate was noticed. I'm fine. We need to talk to Urtho, though.

Wow that is way too much day to absorb all in one go. 

<I tried. To talk to Urtho. Said that the war could destroy the world, that we needed to stop it. He said - he needed to think...> 

Tried to explain it to Ma'ar too. He said he'd back down, stop occupying Tantara, and I should ask Urtho what Urtho'd need to stop the war. But then we didn't have a good way to talk to Urtho. Ma'ar sent a messenger but hasn't heard back.

<Oh. I...do not know anything about that. Should we. Go try to find him?> 

I was kind of expecting to be arrested the instant I was Gated in! I ...guess so? "Uh," she says aloud, "may I just...go talk to Urtho? It's pretty urgent."

"It certainly seems urgent!" the woman says, and takes Carissa's arm and pulls her out of the room, tugging her down the hall - 

They nearly run headlong into a man with long silver hair and a beaked nose. "What. Cinnabar -" 

"This is Carissa - she fixed Ma'ar, you have to talk–" 

And his sharp blue eyes turn on her. "Well. Talk, then." 

" - I'm here to convey, from Ma'ar, that he's withdrawing all his forces from Tantara, because it's not worth - what might happen if you keep fighting - and he wants to know what else you'll need from him in order to end the war."

Urtho stares at her in utter disbelief. 

And they probably don't have any truth magic, do they. "You could...read my mind about it?"