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. 

To Vanyel, at least, this would be recognizable as the Leareth equivalent of a gasp of horror. 

(In practice, of course, Vanyel is perceiving Leareth in a way that has very little to do with the simulacra of his body interacting with this imaginary space.) 

He finds himself wanting to reach out and take Leareth's hand, or clasp his shoulder. He doesn't do this. It's not really the sort of friendship they've had, and it would probably just startle Leareth. 

"That is unfortunate," Leareth says, slowly. "I - am guessing that Jisa would have informed me if there were any signs that mals had followed you. It - does impose some additional cost on trying to establish contact with your world in order to help solve this problem." 

....Vanyel is not going to mention the part about just one island having a big enough population to fuel over a dozen gods. He's thinking it, though. 

"Jisa was hoping to find a way to at least send messages," Leareth says quietly. "So - that their parents can be alerted to what happened." A glance at Annisa. "And - to whether their children survived or not." 

"Mine already know," Annisa says flatly. "But the rest of Boston'll want to get home, if they can. I assume it's not possible? If either world had interworld transit we'd, uh, have noticed. And mals will absolutely get in if you have transit between worlds."