Carissa waits while they do things. The interrogation spell is fairly intrusive - it's doing something to her thoughts, even though she's not trying to mislead them at all, and it's hard to make sure her thoughts make sense when there's something else grabbing at them - but presumably they are doing things that accomplish their goals, even if Carissa's accounts of things being coherent is a casualty of that, and she's not exactly having preferences about things that happen to her right now.

That train of thought is kind of confusing. Melody ignores it and focuses on carving out an exception from the set-spell. 

"How exactly does this 'geas' work? What are its properties? ...You should be able to answer by speaking, now." 

"It's a single-target close-range fourth-circle enchantment (compulsion), duration two days per caster circle, Will-shielded, obliging the target to follow instructions given at the moment of casting, with about six rounds of flex. You can give instructions like 'obey this person' which then permit further clarification. It's much better for prohibiting actions than for obliging them, you want Dominate Person for the latter. The one he's under is 'don't take volitional actions I or a delegate haven't in the last hour authorized', and I haven't delegated anyone."

Savil and Vanyel glance at each other. 

"- Can you please delegate both of us as people who can give him instructions?" Vanyel says after a moment. He'll...probably have to be less nice, if she refuses, but he might as well try asking nicely first. 

(He hates interrogations so much...) 

"I could do that," the spell makes her say before she can say the thing she wants to say. The thing she wants to say is "when departing Iftel, Vkandis instructed me to obey the agreement, which your agent thought was the agreement between Vkandis and the Star-Eyed by which the people taken prisoner in this operation belong to the Star-Eyed. I intend to follow those instructions. I don't know what the Star-Eyed wants but it sounds like Valdemar does not belong to Her so I am not sure if giving Leareth to you is in keeping with obeying the agreement. It seems like a common mechanism by which people get things done around here is stalling until the gods intervene so I will be obliged to do that if it seems to me like that's what She wants."

"Huh." Savil frowns at Vanyel. "What did Moondance tell you about the, er, conditions of their help...?" 

"Um, not that much? Things were, er. Kind of in a hurry." 

Savil turns back to Carissa. "Will you authorize Moondance - one of the Tayledras on the rescue mission - to give Leareth instructions?" 

"He works for the Star-Eyed? Yes."

"Right. We'll deal with that after. Please tell us what you and your group learned about Leareth and his organization." 

"He is immortal and several thousand years old and he wants to make a new god because he doesn't like the existing ones," she starts; presumably they know all of that already and want troop numbers but it's the closest she can come to starting with 'he's ninth circle' and she feels like you ought to start with that sort of fact, to frame the rest.

Melody blinks, and then relays this in Valdemaran without any facial expressions at all.

Vanyel is nodding around calm up until the point where - 

“- wait what?”

It’s an interrogation which means she needs to keep her composure. 

Fortunately, the way Savil reacts to stress is by forgetting to have facial expressions. 

“What, um, does he - dislike - about the gods…?”

The instant after the words are out, Savil feels like this is a somewhat stupid question. It’s not like she’s ever liked gods.

Somehow it seems different, though, to literally fight gods at all. Let alone do it by making your own… ‘Hubris’ doesn’t cover it. 

" - well, you guys don't get an afterlife? When you die you stop having conscious experiences, unless you're incredibly loyal and specifically useful to a god in some capacity, and otherwise your soul eventually gets recycled as a baby. I'm not from here but -" and suddenly she's having trouble talking, why is she having trouble talking - "but where I'm from people don't - stop existing - when they die -"

Melody....is having feelings about this. 

She's a professional, though. She is not going to let any of that show. 

Vanyel listens to Melody's recounting of what Carissa is saying. 

...He also has feelings about this. 

More complicated ones than Melody, probably. On the one hand, he - can see her point. But on the other hand... A world where he didn't even have the option to stop existing would be– would be - well, he's not sure he likes it. 

He has a lot of practice, with Leareth, of keeping his expression unreadable. 

Apparently everyone else is having carefully-concealed feelings and it's on Savil to keep this interrogation going. 

"Hmm. What happens to dead people instead, in your world?" 

"Well, we can resurrect them, but also there are afterlives! ....one of them does eat people who go there, but Asmodeus negotiated for everyone who'd go to that one to have the choice of some other ones instead. And the other eight - I'm not a huge fan of most of them but all of them are much much better than not existing anymore!" She's so scared. She's not going to get to go to Hell and she's so scared. 

Feelings.

Melody has them. 

There's no point even passing on the fear she noticed in Carissa's thoughts. It's strategically a bad idea, for Vanyel to try to reassure her right now, and she's also pretty sure it wouldn't work... 

She settles on relaying Carissa's actual words, as verbatim as she can manage given that she's doing it via Thoughtsensing. 

...This is way too confusing to figure out, right now. 

"What did you think of Leareth, in general?" Vanyel finds himself saying. "You were reading his mind some of the time, no? What do you think his, er, real motives are...?" 

That's a good question. 

"I was reading his mind some of the time, yeah.  He seems nice, I guess. He's not anywhere near - narrow enough - to accomplish the things he says he wants to - he cares about too many things, he cares about all people, he cares about cows, he wouldn't fight Iftel even to save himself from Hell because he was worried other people would go to Hell if we won... I ...don't tend to get along with people who are very aggressively Good? I see why Vanyel would, though. ... Iomedae would like him. ...Iomedae's the militant Lawful Good god."

....Vanyel doesn't even slightly know what to say to that. 

"Are we, er -" Savil clears her throat. "Are we sure we rescued the right person - maybe there's been some sort of mix-up –"