Savil is sitting with her back against the wall of the Heralds' Temple. It's chilly but she doesn't care at all. 

:Got a Mindhealer over. Had to Gate: 

:A Mindhealer– oh. For Tran?: 

They're still fifty miles above Haven at this point. Kilchas turns to Cam. "Hey - I actually have no idea if you know this - Tantras was repudiated by Taver. They just brought a Mindhealer over, apparently?" 

"Didn't know about the Mindhealer part. I'm not well-specced for doing psychiatric stuff beyond the very basics and this is not exactly a pedestrian case of anxiety though."

"Right. Er, can you do anything to help people sleep. I - don't think any of us are sleeping much. Savil's really worried about Van, he...doesn't deal with that well." 

"Yeah, I can do sleeping pills but should probably talk to a Healer about dosing if lots need to go around."

"Reckon it's not urgent for most of us - I'll be fine until tonight. Van's at the House of Healing already, though - Shavri's worried, he's recovering and needs rest." 

"Yeah. I'll go see Van now." He takes off and flaps his way to Healers'.

Vanyel is still lying in bed, in approximately the position Cam's Vanyel-diorama showed, blankets pulled up to his chin.

Close up, though, he's visibly exhausted. There are dark bags under his eyes, his hair is a rat's nest, and he's clearly been crying. He isn't right now, but he looks abjectly miserable.

He doesn't respond to Cam's arrival; it's not clear if he's noticed him. 

"Van? I hear you might need some help getting sleep."

Vanyel turns his head, without sitting up. "...Oh. You're here again. How was Leareth?" His voice is empty of any expression or intonation. 

"I didn't hang around to chat for very long but you don't need to worry about the ten million thing, I think."

That gets a reaction. Vanyel scrambles upright in bed; he winces and bites down on a whimper. "Oh? That's - good. Er, if you think it's...a good idea. What he wants to do. It sounds terrifying." 

"I don't know if it's a good idea at all but at least it can be made a cheaper idea, he's writing something up for me. Do you want some sleep drugs?"

"I don't know. I guess maybe I should." He rubs his eyes. "I'm - scared I'll have the dream again. Guess now's a good time to sleep, though, Leareth won't be awake." 

"If you have the dream you may explain to him that the mysterious pattern in the wall is just the code for an old video game," suggests Cam. "Ready?"

"I guess so. How, er, long will it last?" 

"Depends on how tired you are, but like twelve hours would be on the high end."

Normally he would ask Yfandes if this seemed acceptable or if the Heralds are likely to need him before then. 

He can't do that. It hurts. 

"Um, all right, sure. I'm ready." 

And he's out. And where is a Healer Cam can give some more drugs to?

Shavri is at the central Healers' station, talking to Gemma and looking half-asleep on her feet. 

"...hey, I was told sleep drugs might be indicated but you look like you need sleep yourself before I try to give you dosing instructions."

Shavri starts to answer, yawns, and gives Cam a rueful look. "Probably. You can tell Gemma - or, no, she's off shift soon, you could tell...Andy? He's over there." She gestured at a stocky red-haired man talking to another of the Healers. 

Cam goes over to Andy and waits for a break in the conversation.

Andy glances over, nods to acknowledge that he's seen Cam, and goes back to hearing updates on the overnight Healer's patients who he'll be taking over.

It takes about a minute, and then he turns. "Heya. You need something?" 

"Heard sleeping drugs would be useful?"