Oh, right, probably Leareth should get Vanyel to either calm down or be somewhere else so that Rovira can finish her spell. 

He switches to Mindspeech. :Vanyel? I'm sorry, I - didn't mean to say something upsetting. Can you sit down again? Rovira's trying to concentrate on casting a spell: 

Oh NO he didn't realize he was disrupting important work! 

Vanyel sits back down and curls into himself and looks even more upset. 

Well. Not ideal, but - at least it's distracting him? 

Leareth takes Vanyel's hand again. 

:- Why are you doing that?: 

:I - doing what - oh. I am just...trying to be here for you. I apologize that I am not very skilled at it: 

Vanyel has no idea what to say to that and so he doesn't say anything. 

....and then, somewhat to his own surprise, he's apparently crying? 

He tries to do it quietly so he doesn't disrupt anyone else's very important work, because that would be mortifying. 

Leareth doesn't think that there's anything else he can be doing to help, right now, so he just sits beside Vanyel and squeezes his hand and waits. 

Rovira gets a scry on Randi a couple of minutes later.

Leareth can tell with mage-sight when the spell is complete. 

:Does he seem all right?: he asks Rovira, in private Mindspeech to avoid distracting Vanyel. 

(Vanyel is busy trying to think of ways to kill himself that would work even when they won't LEAVE HIM ALONE. Probably something with Healing?) 

King Randale of Valdemar is sitting across a small dining table from Shavri, looking tired and upset. Neither of them is talking. 

"Well, he's not a Chelish prisoner," says Rovira, frowning. "You can come look, it's in the reflection off the water."

Leareth tries to shift his position so he can look without jostling Vanyel. 

All right - hmm - if he just stops his own heart with Healing then he has to assume they can and will fix it, Leareth has Healers and also apparently people chosen by gods - which now includes Leareth, somehow - have even better healing...

Think. How has he seen people die, before...? 

He has a very weak Healing-Gift, which makes this harder. But - all right, maybe if he - rips up the surface of the vessels bringing blood to his head, and THEN stops his heart - it might take them a while to notice the second problem and maybe too long - 

Leareth doesn't himself have Healing-Sight, and so the first thing he notices is Vanyel suddenly going even more limp. 

- and he doesn't seem to be breathing - 

:Rovira sorry I need help NOW -: 

And he Mindspeaks Nayoki and everyone else within range, :we need Healers RIGHT NOW–: 

He tries to do the Healing thing that paladins can do, but he's not very skilled at it and it doesn't seem to be fixing the problem. 

Rovira channels energy at everything in a thirty-foot radius, without breaking her look at the scry. To mage-sight it's very bright, like a fireball but of divine energy, rather than flame. Then she reaches for Leareth's hands. "Did you try healing him? What went wrong?"

"I tried! I am not sure - I cannot See it directly but I told all the Healers to come here -" 

Think. Focus. 

...Also Leareth may not have Healing-Gift, but he has basic medical training and is perfectly capable of checking for a pulse. 

"...He has Healing-Gift. I think he - stopped his own heart - the Healers can try to fix that but - do you have anything better–" 

"Stabilizing him should work - it's not a paladin spell, you won't have it -" She does, and is already doing it. "I don't think it's right to do this repeatedly, if he in fact prefers to die, but we can talk to him about it this once."

(elsewhere, in an entirely different time and place - outside of time itself, in fact) 

Vanyel finds himself on his feet, surrounded by white. 

Nothing hurts. 

...It doesn't matter. He's done. 

"I'm not–" he starts to say - 

"Actually," the Shadow-Lover says to him, his voice gentle, his sapphire eyes bottomless and full of infinite sympathy in his shadowed face, "I think that you ought to speak to someone else." 

...and the god behind the Shadow-Lover's facade shoves Vanyel's half-disembodied soul at the other baffling yet beautiful entity that They have recently been communicating with. It seems like She might...be better at this. 

She's a woman. Chelish, insofar as Vanyel can recognize the ethnicity having seen four distinct examples. She frowns at the infinite whiteness and then there are - two chairs, facing each other -

"Maybe there should be a rug?" She says aloud, frowning at the infinite blank white ground. "I apologize, I haven't been human for a long time, I usually copy something out of a person's mind but you haven't, actually, given any indication you want me looking at yours..." 

...Huh. What. 

This is incredibly awkward? 

"- I don't mind?" Vanyel says, clasping his hands in front of him. He doesn't sit in the chair offered. "Um. Who are you?" 

"Iomedae. I am the Golarion god of defeating Evil. I have been working with the god of Valdemar on kicking Cheliax out of Iftel, and on seeing Yfandes past the - roadblock she has discovered."