"Also that! Er, hopefully Leareth will have a better idea. Another proof of concept we have is Need - she's an immortal intelligent magical sword who used to be a human mage, thousands of years ago, she predates Leareth even. I don't currently have any protocols to pull that off but I bet Leareth has notes on the process." 

Nod. There is no point being sad and terrified at him, but she can't hide it very well from someone who can read her mind.

Vanyel is thinking that there's no point in having the tiny still-human corner of him flooded with grief and guilt that he couldn't save this one girl. 

(He knows it's not only that. There was no time to grieve, before, and so many things happened so fast. Randi's dead and he wasn't there and the last words they exchanged...could have been worse, he supposes, but it's not what he would have wanted. Well. What he would have wanted is for Randi to not be dead, and he can't have that, it's too late, he's a god now but it's too little too late and he can't save Randi or Savil or even poor Kilchas, who died to save Haven, in the very same instant that Vanyel was becoming a god...) 

None of that is the point, right now. 

He - can't exactly decide to stop feeling the grief, but he can shift his attention away from the tiny humanlike fragment, toward - all the rest. Because there are problems to be fixed, right now, and he can't afford pointless distractions. It can wait. Later. It...seems important, not to forget the pain... 

He still wants to offer Annisa a hug but that almost certainly won't help. 

"....Do you want some time alone to, er, process things?" he asks, stiffly. "If it'd help for all this," vague gesture at their surroundings, "to - feel familiar, I - can probably do that?" 

"Sure. It should look like a metal box with furniture hand-made by a fourteen year old who's lousy at carpentry." Being snarky at the god will not help at all but Annisa's very stressed out and she's not exactly saying things which makes it much much harder to not say them.

Vanyel smiles at her. "Leareth is going to like you, I think." 

- and then she's alone, in what at a quick surface glance looks mostly like her Scholomance dorm room. (If she looks closer, the furniture and objects all have a vaguely unfinished look, as though a talented painter got most of the way through a photorealistic painting but didn't quite have a chance to get to the final details.) 

Don't mind her she'll just curl up on the ground having a breakdown. She didn't mean to do that but none of her usual strategies for hurting herself until she's okay work properly here.

She is left alone in the simulacrum of her dorm room for a fairly long subjective period of time, though time seems to pass sort of oddly here, a little like the way time passes in dreams. 

And then, abruptly, the simulacrum-void-wall is gone, and in its place, an expanse of snow stretches out. There are mountains visible. The sky is wintry grey. She can feel the wind on her face, but it's not cold; it's oddly temperature-less. 

"I'm about to pull Leareth in," Vanyel says, reaching out a hand to Annisa, "but I figured I should give you a chance to get acclimated first." 

"Okay," says Annisa expressionlessly. 

He doesn't ask if she's all right. That would be an incredibly stupid question and she'd be within her rights to get offended. 

Instead, he just shows her to the mouth of the pass, sheltered from the imaginary wind. The pass is visibly unnatural; a perfectly straight slice carved out across nearly a half-mile, the walls rising far above both of their heads at the deepest point, perfectly smooth, the floor perfectly flat and just wide enough for two people to walk abreast. 

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.