"For wha– Oh. Is this the...thing about the Heralds...?" 

"Yes. What is the thing about the Heralds?"

Andy rubs the back of his neck, looking very unhappy. "Well, Herald Tantras is here under observation because apparently the Groveborn repudiated him? And no one's seen Taver since? Tantras probably could use help sleeping but the Mindhealer's with him right now. Oh, and Savil says 'everything's a disaster' but wouldn't tell me more." 

Specifically, she showed up at the crack of dawn to cry on his shoulder, but that seems private. 

"Okay, well, here is a bottle of five milligram - that is a unit of weight, it's very small, the pills are mostly filler material and stabilizers - five milligram sleeping pills, which is a small dose. One might help someone smallish, roughly Shavri-sized, skip some tossing and turning that would have resolved itself eventually, two will do the trick for somebody bigger or having more trouble, you can go up to six for a big guy who really needs it, contraindications are -" He reads off his info sheet, translating as he goes, and writes this all down in Valdemaran for Andy to consult later.

"Thank you. Er, have you seen Vanyel yet, is he -?" 

"I dosed him already, so don't give him more till this time tomorrow and from there this is the paragraph you want."

Andy looks relieved. "Thank you. Glad I checked. ...Are you holding up all right? Savil said you got un-summoned and, er, wouldn't actually tell me who was able to summon you back. Are they safe?" 

"Believe so, yes. Seems at this point it might be good opsec not to let on who they are to a general audience."

"Right, of course, that makes sense." Andy looks sheepish. "Thank you. I guess I'd better let you get back to, er, whatever you have to do next?" 

"If you have more pharmaceutical requests I may as well fill those now, actually?"

"Oh. Hmm. More of the safer painkillers you can make would be nice? And whatever the medicine is that treats infections - think Van should be past the risky point now, but we get lots of patients who'd benefit from it. I...don't actually know what other things I could ask for. Do you– would it be hard to give me a list I can show Aber?" 

"Not that hard, no, I've been doing bio research and can be more confident now, most of this will be translating..." He comes up with a list and translates it (transliterates some of it, so they can distinguish e.g. distinct painkillers with different side effects or allergy profiles).

Andy thanks him warmly for his effort! This will be so useful for the Healers to refer to! They'll need a while to do that, he might have more requests in a few candlemarks? 

Sure. Here are some of the basics to start them off, in pill and patch forms because they don't have things set up for injections to work but patches are easy.

More effusive thanks are exchanged and then the Healers get back to their work. 

Cam gets up in the air in his shuttle for more efficient antiparasitic deployments and he deploys antiparasitics. And checks his mail.

He doesn't yet have any new mail; Leareth is presumably still working on his simplified god-notes. 

There's a big storm blowing in over Karse, from the mountains, but it shouldn't interfere with antiparasitic deployment given his shuttle's advanced capabilities. 

Yup. He goes under the clouds so he can see, makes scale models when he's not sure where things are, and otherwise mostly doesn't worry about it.

The clouds and rain mostly don't prevent him from seeing the ground. 

- but, when he's making a dropoff near a village about fifty miles from Sunhame, the clouds crackle. Electrical charge seeks an outlet to the earth - tendrils search - 

- and a massive lightning bolt directly strikes where the shuttle just happens to be. 

Welp he'll have to replace some instruments. Or replace the shuttle, that's easier actually. It's gone into emergency landing mode; he lets himself out and makes a new one.

The damaged shuttle emergency-lands itself in some fields near the village, baffling and frightening some farmers but not injuring anyone. The stormclouds keep blowing southwest.  

Cam adjusts his route to miss most of the storm. Usually a strike would just skitter off the skin of the ship harmlessly, that must've been a doozy.

Nothing else of note happens on the rest of his errands. 

That's impressive, they're very long errands. He got lots of research done back in Hell. When he's done he swings back to where the shuttle landed to see if everything's okay thereabouts.

It's been over a day by now. Under the noon sun, a number of farmers are clustered around the shuttle, looking more disgruntled than afraid. Some of them are walking around assessing the unrelated storm-damage done to their fields.