She falls back asleep pretty promptly.

Leareth puts wards and a sound-barrier on the room and flees before she has a chance to wake up. He briefly scries the facility they recently evacuated - still no sign of any Heralds tracking their Gate to it - and then looks around for Carissa.

She hasn't gone anywhere. She doesn't know where her new bedroom is and she assumes Leareth will want to replace his compulsions.

Leareth doesn't know where he's sleeping either, yet. He's so tired.

:Well: he sends, :does this - recent adventure, update your trust in me? I think it is probably unnecessary to place a compulsion preventing you from leaving, in any case, though I would like to put back the standard secrecy one that all of my staff here have:

(He reads her mind to gauge her response to this.)

- right, the trip was purportedly about her trusting him.

She - didn't get the chance to ask even half the questions she had, but -

 - I don't want everyone to die forever and I'll work with you on that. And not try things, except insofar as it'd be really useful if I had fourth-circle spells and I need to be in some danger, to get that. 

Leareth nods, looking reluctant but thoughtful. :I will consider ways we could put you in a - calibrated amount of danger that I would find tolerable: He smiles very slightly. :Maybe I will have to send you on some other important secret mission:

He redoes the secrecy compulsion. It doesn't feel like anything, to Carissa.

And she has no way of knowing what it does, but - well, she's picked her side. She closes her eyes. "Have I been assigned a room?"

"We do not exactly have a system set up for assigning new rooms yet but there ought be more than enough, I can show you where."

"Thank you." 

Once shown to a room she pulls her blankets over her head and gets her shivering for no reason over with and then tries to come up with a research plan and falls asleep when she's barely started.

Leareth paces back and forth in the hall for a while, stressed and uneasy and not quite able to point it in a productive direction. Eventually he goes to bed as well.

...And, not very surprisingly, finds himself in an icy wasteland, looking out across the snow at a silver-haired man in Whites - Vanyel, as Foresight thinks he'll look in ten or twenty years.

"What was that about."

Vanyel takes a deep breath, and forges out of the mouth of the pass, crossing the distance between them. "No, I'm serious, I think you owe me an explanation. Did you...lose your toddler."

Leareth takes a deep breath. "Herald Vanyel. I - will do my best to explain what I know of the situation, but I am afraid some aspects of it are just as much a mystery to myself as they are to you."

"What. That doesn't..." Vanyel trails off. Shakes himself. "Are you seriously planning to make a god? By murdering lots of people?"

"- It has been my front-line plan, yes, Carissa was answering the question honestly."

"Are you actually insane."

Leareth sighs. "Explaining my reasoning here would take a very, very long time. I - had thought to maybe tell you eventually, but there is a great deal of context I had wanted to cover first and I cannot do all of that tonight. In any case, I am hoping to find a better option, now, since Carissa brings magic from another world."

Vanyel is clenching his hands in front of them but this doesn't quite hide the trembling. "So you're claiming she's really from another world."

"Yes."

"And the little girl? She was talking about somewhere called Cheliax, apparently, and permanent Gates - she kept acting like she knew me..."

"- What?"

"Oh, did you not get that part? She climbed right on me and wanted me to sing her songs and kept asking me where her parents were. And apparently said I was her daddy's 'bestest friend' or something."

"Really."

"Yes! Really! Trust me it doesn't make any more sense to me either!"