:...No: A pause, while he thinks. :Helps breathe...?: 

The visible-organic parts of Leareth are in kind of terrible shape right now! He has multiple broken ribs; one clearly broke in a way that tore something important, he looks like he's lost some blood - though less than she'd have expected, given the amount of damage in there - and the tissues around the lung on that side are all bruised.

Something seems to have been done about it, though? There's a cut that doesn't look like it happened at the same time as his injuries, sewed up now but not Healed, and one of the tubes goes through the remaining hole and is hanging out in the space between the two layers of delicate membranes surrounding the lung. It's slowly draining bloody fluid into a box on the floor. The inside of his lungs are a mess too; it definitely looks like he came close to drowning, and the river was not especially clean.

Aside from that, he's had a hard knock on the head. And bruises everywhere, and his left knee and ankle were definitely wrenched pretty hard, though he doesn't seem to have noticed this at all compared to the rest. 

For all that, though, he seems - remarkably okay? He should be struggling intensely to breathe - or maybe dead hours ago - with that level of damage plus the pain of multiple broken ribs, none of it Healed at all, but he's...fine?

Marian has been politely giving them a moment. 

"Uh, hello?" she says finally. "Are you family?" 

"I can't understand you without reading your mind," Belrun tells her, which should hopefully be clear even in a different language, and then she inventories Leareth's injuries and decides the thing they have done the least Mysterious Glass City Stuff to that she can therefore most confidently interfere with is the broken ribs. She starts patching those.

:She - Mindspeech works...: Leareth tries to explain. He's so incredibly tired, though

To Marian: :More...awake...?: 

She gives him a dubious look. "Are you going to set anything on fire." 

:No fire: Leareth tries to assure her; this is a lot of Mindspeaking at once and his head really hurts. Again, he's including Belrun by default. 

"Do not make me regret this," she mutters, and gets up to do something to one of the glowing chirping boxes. "Uh, do something to warn me if you're in too much pain, all right?" Which she predicts will happen in about five minutes. Maybe three minutes. 

Belrun watches this process suspiciously but all the Mysterious Glass City Stuff has kept him alive this long so they probably have a general idea what they're doing. Ribs ribs ribs be unbroken.

Marian is ALSO suspiciously watching the strange newcomer in the bizarre Renaissance-faire clothes with the bloodstains and the stick! What is she doing? 

...It occurs to her that she can get some other useful information out of this, though, which will reduce the amount of future social awkwardness so much. 

She taps the newly arriving young woman on the shoulder, then points at herself. "Marian." Then questioningly mimes at the two of them, one at a time. 

Belrun has a hand free to point. "Belrun," she says of herself, and "Leareth" of him, since he doesn't seem likely to have given any name false or otherwise in this condition and she doesn't need to coordinate with him on a consistent alias.

She has a NAME! That's so much better! ...Now she just has to figure out how to spell it. 

And how to communicate with them, apparently? She wonders if the newcomer, Belrun, can do the hallucinatory-voice thing too. It would be pretty useful. 

Belrun looks busy, though, and Alice is standing outside the room with her arms folded, glaring, so...probably she should try to defuse that situation first...? 

She gets up. "Er, she's family." She initially wasn't sure if it was wife or daughter but now she's leaning toward wife. "I don't think she speaks English, but it's - really good, he should have someone here, right?" 

Leareth is a little less foggy but his head hurts more noticeably, which sort of balances out. 

:What happened?: he manages to Belrun. 

:I was sort of hoping you'd know. Whatever you did to get us away from the wyrsa dropped us - here - I landed in the river and you look like you did too:

:Did I?: He doesn't remember anything. :I...no idea...: 

Normally he would try to come up with a plan first and then wallow in self-pity if he felt the need to at that point, but this is Belrun, and also his planning ability is seriously impaired right now. 

:Scared: he tells her. :Hurts: 

:Yeah. I think we are not in immediate further danger and I'm working on your ribs right now. Are you with it enough to ask Marian if it's okay for me to Mindspeak her even though I'll get excess thoughts? I'm not as good at it as you:

That is a really good idea, Marian must be almost as confused as they are right now. 

He tries to reach her - he can feel the glow of her mind somewhere over there - but reaching for her is like trying to lift a house. One with a stone foundation attached to bedrock. It just doesn't work. 

Leareth grimaces at the stab of pain in his forehead. :Need her closer: 

Belrun beckons to Marian, collects her hand, puts it on Leareth's arm.

Marian takes this surprisingly in stride! She waits. 

And now he has to formulate words. :Can Belrun - talk - same way...?: 

Marian lights up. "She can do that too? That would be really great!"

At least she's mostly focused on their conversation, which makes it slightly easier but still not easy to pick up the content of her answer in surface thoughts. 

:Do not - speak - language: he tries to clarify. :Reading thoughts: 

"Huh!" Marian looks impressed, and not displeased. "That...kind of makes more sense, honestly? ...So that means I don't have to answer out loud?" 

Just think it really loudly at you, she finishes. 

She's taking this surprisingly calmly, Leareth thinks. 

:Yes: 

"Right." Right, she adds in loud-clear-thoughts after a moment. 

She turns to Belrun and nods, smiling encouragingly. 

That is pretty much the limit of what he can manage right now. :You...explain better...?: he says hopefully to Belrun, and then closes his eyes.