:- Really? Are you sure?: 

:Damn it, yes! I'm bloody well sure!: 

And then Vanyel starts laughing, not because it's funny - actually it is a little funny, just the sheer absurdity of the image they must be making, standing in the rain staring at each other right next to his former mortal shell. And suddenly he's stepping forward and his arms are around Yfandes' neck, he's laughing and crying at the same time and she's nosing at his face and blowing into his hair, and - 

:I missed you, love, I missed you so so so much - my Chosen - never leaving again -: 

Awwww. 

Shavri collects herself, and looks over at Cam. "Should we, er, go inside? We're all getting really wet. And - I don't know where Randi went but he must have a LOT of questions." 

"- Randi should do a summoning. Actually, everybody important should do a summoning and then we should follow up with the less important people."

"Right. Of course. I should've thought of that right away." Shavri turns. "Taver. Where's Randi. And the rest of the senior circle too - Cam, we should do Tran, he's - well, if anyone other than Van is at risk of throwing themselves in the river over this whole mess, it'd be him." 

A second later she feels terrible about saying that out loud, but she can't bring herself to care much. She's so tired. 

:Randi and Keiran are at the House of Healing. They went there to wait when it seemed we might be bringing Vanyel there: 

"Then let's go." Shavri starts walking. Looks back. "You guys coming?" 

"I think Yfandes and I could use a minute." 

Savil is still standing where she was, looking at the ground. 

She desperately wants to ask after Kellan - she doesn't see him - but at the same time she's terrified of the answer, and it feels like a very awkward time to interrupt. Usually Kellan is the one she asks for advice on how to navigate awkwardness...

"One important question is whether we want to summon lots of random daeva, and have more people apprised that Velgarth exists, or just rotate through me and Van and anybody else who winds up dying."

"Oh. Right. I don't know? I guess we need to talk to Randi about, er, the strategic implications of your world knowing we exist." 

Savil finally manages to unfreeze herself. She takes a few steps to follow Shavri and Cam. 

"Savil." 

He walks over to her. 

"Savil, I'm sorry. I - I can't say I'm not hurt, because I am. I can't say I'm not angry. Just... We're going to get through this, all right? We have to. Valdemar needs us to. And I, I need a minute with Yfandes now. You should go with them. Figure it out. But I'll...still be here. I know we have to talk about this. Later." 

Savil can't find any words, so she just nods. 

Vanyel hesitates, then reaches out tentatively, and when she doesn't move, hugs her. Briefly and very very carefully, like she might break. 

"It's going to be all right," he says softly. 

Savil is NOT going to cry, that can wait– okay fine maybe she's going to cry a little bit. Quietly. While she nods and murmurs something she doesn't even remember five seconds later to Vanyel, and then follows Cam and Shavri. 

Andrel decides he might as well follow them too. He should ask Aber what to do with the dead body on the side of the river. Or something. His mind is still reeling too much to finish any thoughts. 

Herald Jaysen is waiting at the main doors to the House of Healing. 

"Cam. Can you please explain what just happened. Taver is - not making much sense." 

"People who've summoned daeva and then go on to die become daeva. I did not think it would work here, but it does, and now Van is an angel, which is like an apsel but with different magic and different wing fashion."

"Whoa. That - huh - that sure has some implications. Are we getting Randi to summon someone right now?" 

"Hopefully! We need to consider whether people who ought to summon somebody will just pass Vanyel around or if we want to allow more daeva to know Velgarth exists."

"Right. We'd better go talk to everyone, then–" He breaks off. "Savil, gods, are you all right? Come in, let's get you some dry clothes - hey, you!" He beckons to a random Healing-trainee. "Get Herald Savil some dry clothes and a hot drink, please, now. ...Everyone else, they grabbed the room this way."