"I'm worried about how long he went without air before I got to him - brain damage - I'm going to just give him an entire fucking lung transplant if they're a problem, that's faster -" He cracks the chest, takes out one lung and then the other, replacing them as soon as there's space, and then puts everything back, attaching thin layers of tissues to heal all the breaks.

Savil lets out a very soft whimper but doesn't interfere. 

That's horrifying and also incredibly cool and Shavri watches raptly. She doesn't want to get in Cam's way, but she can See exactly what he's doing, and contribute her own Healing-Gift to tidy up the breaks on a finer level than he can reach. 

"- Can you do the thing where you give him extra air to breathe, again, that helped before -"

The repaired lungs are working better, but Andy is still having to nudge Vanyel's body into taking each breath. 

Nudge. Nudge. Nudge. 

Shavri focuses, in and in and in - 

"...I don't know - maybe there's something wrong, I just, I can't See anything specific - only that there's less life-force in his brain than there should be..." 

Pause. 

"I can't feel him with Thoughtsensing. At all. Is that bad?"  

Savil knows that she's completely useless in this situation. She's sobbing, now, but she tries very hard to do it quietly and without getting in anybody's way. 

Cam sticks something on Van's head, hooks it up to a new machine.

"I think he's braindead."

"I have no idea what that means." It doesn't sound especially reassuring, though. 

Andy also hears it and doesn't even try to parse the words. He's just going to keep doing his job. Nudge Vanyel's heart to beat at the rate it should, nudge his lungs to breathe. Nudge. Nudge. Nudge. 

"The brain is the important part. You could keep doing this indefinitely and it won't wake him up if his brain is dead."

Cam waits a few beats, and then - conjures -

Vanyel is in a bright, soft place, lying on something squashy and resilient and cool. It's glowing. He's naked. A few meters away is the edge of a pond, full of pretty reeds and lilies; bending over him, in a tidy little planter of ordinary non-glowing dirt, is an olive tree. There are some people sitting around the water on blankets or just on the squashy white ground, eating or snuggling or reading or playing board games, and they all have wings.

....What. 

Well. This is a lot more pleasant, and a lot more - coherent and mundane-feeling - than what he was expecting, but that doesn't actually make it less surprising or interesting. 

Also he's naked why is he naked that's incredibly embarrassing (in front of anyone except the Tayledras, but this clearly isn't k'Treva even if it shares the same peacefulness, and he has no idea who the people sitting around the water are.) 

He sits up, folding his knees to cover himself. "Er, hello?" 

Several of the nearest winged people reply in totally unfamiliar languages.

Great. Perfect. 

He tries Mindspeaking them, just in case that works. 

They find this very startling!

:Sorry! I, er - where could I get clothes. ...Also where am I: 

One of the angels shakes off her startlement faster than the others. She gets off of her picnic blanket and starts - pinching it and pulling on it, sculpting it almost like clay, till she has a pair of pants, which she tosses to him. "This is Heaven - can you understand me -"

Vanyel would have accepted just a blanket, but pants are even better! He does try to watch closely what the winged lady is doing - his mage-sight seems to be working fine. 

The other angel isn't a Mindspeaker, and Vanyel doesn't make a habit of reading anyone else's mind, so he has no idea what she just said. He catches the pants and tries to nonverbally thank her with a head-bob and smile. 

The mage-sight reveals something similar in approximate bizarreness to, though distinct in character from, Cam's magic.

Pants angel tries another language.

Nope! Vanyel doesn't know any of those languages! 

He mimes his gratitude as well as he can, though, and then politely turns his back and dons the pants, and then has a bit more of a look around. Including with mage-sight - is anything interestingly magical around here? 

The people with wings are, like Cam is. Some of them are doing magic, like the pants angel. Nothing else is.

Van himself is magic like the other people.

Okay. Right. The obvious hypothesis is... 

Vanyel reaches to check if he himself has wings. 

He does not.

Huh. He's still confused. 

Vanyel gestures to catch the eye of pants angel or anyone else looking his way, tries to point at their wings, then pats his own wingless back, then makes a questioning gesture. 

"Oh, do you want me to make you some?" asks the pants angel. "What color - oh, you can't understand me, right -" She pulls a handful of little feathers off her own wings, turns them colors, white and black and brown and grey and blue and red and purple and - (The feathers she pulled grow back right away.)