And then - pull this thread, that thread, like so - 

And suddenly a man is standing fifty yards out from the mouth of the pass. Dark hair, dark eyes, dressed all in black. There's nothing especially unusual about his appearance; he's reasonably good-looking, in an ordinary way, medium height, fit but not ridiculously muscular. 

Something about the way he stands, though, gives off the intense impression of being dangerous. 

There are figures behind him, shadowy and not fully sketched out, just giving the vague impression of an army. 

"Leareth." 

Annisa is mostly not having feelings but she decides that she likes him already.

"Sorry this is confusing," Vanyel is saying, as he walks out of the mouth of the pass toward the man. "I just got access to this place and I - there's a lot we need to talk about. Mostly not even the things I was expecting to have to talk about with you! There's, er, a problem in Haven, except maybe it's not a problem and it's actually an opportunity, I'm not sure yet. Either way it's throwing off Foresight a lot, so I'm going to need you to help gather some information for me from, well, the human level -" 

Pause. 

"...Leareth, are you all right? You seem kind of out of it." 

The man blinks, and then, with an evident effort of will, lifts his foot and takes a step toward Vanyel, then another. 

"I apologize - I think that the painkillers they gave me were stronger than I realized." 

"Gods! I'm sorry. You must still be exhausted. I - would've waited if I thought I could, but I'm worried about staying in control of the situation, and with Foresight this noisy it's taking a lot of my attention just keeping a lookout for threats to your safety. I think I can do it but it's less guaranteed than I'd prefer." 

The man's eyelids flicker briefly downward, his eyebrows bunching very slightly. "...You are expending resources on that?" 

"On preventing anyone from murdering you? Obviously I am! Totally aside from the part where Haven would be a crater right now if not for you, you're...my friend?" 

Annisa is pretty sure you don't speak when your god is talking to other disciples unless invited so she'll just stand here trying to keep the whole Bible in her memory though with less enthusiasm what with how there isn't really an afterlife.

The way Vanyel is communicating with Annisa's soul at all means that there's not actually much difference between things she says to him deliberately versus thinks to herself. 

...He is absolutely not going to burst out laughing at the concept of Leareth being his disciple, but this is taking a bit of effort. 

Leareth blinks again, in the deliberate way of someone trying very hard to wake up fully, and looks around. 

"- Vanyel, who is...?" Gesture at Annisa. 

"This is Annisa! She's from another world. Oh, and she's also dead but I'm hoping we can fix that, maybe?" 

"- What." 

"Er, sorry, I'm - kind of having trouble with this whole 'conversations in linear order' thing. The problem we have is that there are a bunch of teenagers from another world who were all attending some sort of wizard school built in the Void, and their graduation transport spell was supposed to take them home only it took them here instead. Annisa was killed but I guess was just barely still alive when they landed, so I had remit and I grabbed her." 

Blink. 

"...Yes. I was aware. Jisa came and asked for advice. I...was not very lucid at the time so I am unsure what advice I gave." 

"Oh. Right. Good. I wasn't sure if they'd have figured out the other world part or not, I...was confused at first." 

And then his expression softens. "Jisa. Is she all right?" 

One eyebrow lifts. "I doubt it. But - your daughter is coping gracefully enough. Also, has anybody ever told you she is a terror? She came and woke me and ordered me to swear on the stars that I would not murder any of Valdemar's population to make a god. ...It was a reasonable assurance to give the Council so that they would sign a peace treaty, but I was also hardly in a position to refuse any demands, and she was not shy about taking advantage of that." 

And, briefly, Vanyel's face breaks into a smile like the sun rising. "I'm so glad she's alive, and...being herself. Thank you. For - helping her, when I can't." 

"You are welcome."

And then Leareth turns to Annisa, his black eyes piercing. "Your allies, the children who survived. Are they likely to present a threat to Haven." 

"Only if Haven starts it! ...or if the mals that came through with us outcompete your local ones."

Leareth glances over at Vanyel, who shrugs helplessly, and then looks back to Annisa. "I - doubt Haven would start anything deliberately, and one might hope that they learned a lesson about accidental escalation from what just happened in the north. However, I am reluctant to place too much weight on hope. - Can you please explain what 'mals' are?" 

"In my world there are dangerous magical creatures that eat mana, which mostly means they eat wizards, especially wizards who are old enough to store mana but too young to effectively defend themselves. Your world apparently doesn't have that problem. It would be bad if you started. No one knows why but it's been getting worse in our world for the last several centuries - it used to be that about half of kids survived to adulthood and now it's, like, one in twenty, if they don't spend their teens in specially protected extradimensional spaces."

Leareth's eyes narrow very slightly, his chin dipping and his mouth tightening almost imperceptibly.