They're out. They're - hopefully - safe. Well. Prisoners of Leareth's people but he promised, while she was reading his mind, and he seemed to mean it...

She casts Dancing Lights, illuminates the storeroom.

Feels for a pulse, just to be safe.

She can feel a reasonably strong pulse, though Leareth's skin is cold under her fingers and he's breathing in a concerningly laboured way. 

Jisa shuffles over to them as soon as there's light to see by. 

"Ooh! Where are we? ...Should I look for a blanket, I can do that, I was going to grab one but then we were all in a rush." 

She is still reading Carissa's mind as thoroughly as she can manage, because in hindsight it was stupid not to do that a lot sooner. 

The kid could probably incapacitate Carissa if she wants to, so it's still important to keep her happy. "This is a place where Leareth has some supplies stored, and where he expected his people would be able to come find and rescue us. A blanket would be great." What else did Leareth say - make sure he can breathe, look for sugar for once he wakes up -

And, back in Haven, some time before the recent events in the House of Healing: 

The Chelish diplomats' presence is requested for another meeting - this time it's with the representatives of a different local Goddess, who have questions with the Worldwound. Is now a good time for them to talk?  

Absolutely! 

This time, Starwind and Moondance are pretty happy to go to them at their guest quarters, rather than have them all trek to a meeting-room again. 

They introduce themselves. 

Moondance is mostly very quiet. 

The Chelish delegates are honored to meet them, and happy to tell them all that is known about the Worldwound; it is, obviously, a major concern for Golarion, and currently a dangerous situation because Chelish forces have been frantically recalled to defend Cheliax's borders, leaving it undermanned.

The Tayledras listen attentively. 

"- We believe that our Goddess may be interested in offering Her help," Starwind says eventually. "Moondance, could you say more?" 

Moondance is intensely uncomfortable about interacting with representatives of Cheliax, given everything he's heard about the country! He does his best to hide this. 

"Our mission as a people - which we accepted thousands of years ago, as part of the pact with our Goddess - is to repair the damage done to the world in a cataclysmic event that happened in Velgarth's past. She granted us forms of magic especially suited to this. Our work is still far from done, but we are making progress, steadily - here the damaged lands do not grow if left undefended. And so your world's situation is perhaps much more dire, and - we wish to figure out if we can help, and thus if we ought direct some of our efforts there instead." 

"We would be very grateful. How can we enable you to determine that? Would you wish to make a trip there, to observe for yourselves? Should Asmodeus attempt to speak to your Goddess - such communications have been challenging, so far -"

"- We would send someone to see the place, yes. And if Asmodeus has a way of contacting our Goddess, that - at least would seem worth the attempt. Perhaps it would go better since they are not already in conflict." 

"I hope so. Would you want to go yourself, to see the Worldwound?"

No. He really does not want to. 

"- I think that I am the obvious candidate. It would need to be a Healing-Adept, and we are few." He casts Starwind a helpless look. 

"We shall both go, when the time is right," Starwind assures him. 

"We are very grateful. If it is possible to repay the favor, perhaps by giving you Golarion magic you can use for your noble work here, we will do so."

And they can explain what they know of what's going on with the Worldwound magically speaking.

Moondance is actually pretty well able to follow it, at least with enough clarifying questions and the opportunity to bounce ideas off Starwind. They pass a few more minutes this way, going back and forth.

And then Vanyel's Mindspeech slams into both of them. 

:We have a problem: The words are flat and hard and empty. :Gate - Healers' -: 

Moondance freezes, looking stricken. 

:Brother, we will be right there–: 

Savil interrupts, flinging herself into the group-link. 

:No - one of you stay - secure the diplomats' quarters, they could be involved: 

That sounds awful. :Ashke -?: Moondance sends, plaintively. 

:You go. I will stay: 

And Starwind turns to the Chelish diplomats, with a coolly apologetic nod. "I am sorry. My shay'kreth'ashke has been - called away urgently. We will need to continue this later." 

He watches their faces intently. Do they seem surprised? Worried? Guilty? 

Mostly blandly incurious. "Of course. We intended to stay for at least a few days more, we can discuss further at your convenience."

Interesting, but not conclusive. Starwind and Moondance were warned that the Chelish diplomats are extremely good liars. 

He waits for Moondance to leave, and then raises a shield over both doors out of the room. "- I apologize, but we will need to stay here for a time. There is a potentially dangerous situation happening nearby."