Sufya flushes. :Sorry. Um. Felicity, I see - something - do you think you can help me interpret -:

:I can try. Toss over the image?:

She does so. :I just - don't know what to do here, really?:

Felicity goes very quiet for a moment.

:Are you Mage-gifted?:

:No. They tested me when I was young, and I didn't have even the potential. My - my father said it all went to my fingers. For sewing:

:I ask because those are clearly his Gift-channels, and... I've never heard of those being visible to anything except Mage-Sight before... Not important. Is there anything you can do within your Sight that seems like it might help?:

She dives back in and... looks, for a while.

Is there something she can do? She's never done... well, anything. She just sees things.

But. If she were going to do something, she could try... gently, gently wrapping him in a blanket. The softest blanket she can imagine, and the warmest. (She thinks for a moment, absurdly, of a ghost-song she heard as a child - wouldn't you get chilly with no skin on?)

Vanyel stiffens in bed. Then, slowly, he relaxes back into sleep. (It looks deeper, to her Sight.)

He's also crying in his sleep, but that's hopefully alright?

She emerges. The sun is noticeably lower in the sky, which gives her a bit of a shock. :- how long was I in there?:

:A candlemark, give or take:

:And he's in a good deal less pain, now that you've done whatever you did. Keep that up and we might actually be able to make some progress:

Sufya almost lets herself smile. Then she realizes how hungry she is.

:...I don't suppose it's time for supper?:

Felicity cackles. "Come along, then," she says aloud. "Savil, give us a shout if something goes wrong?"

"I'll hope not to have to."

"So shall we all."

Felicity leads Sufya out of the shielded room. :...you did us some good, there. Savil won't thank you until he's back to normal, and he won't ever be. So - thanks, from me:

:...I came back to myself. After losing my father. It might take years, but -:

:You weren't lifebonded to the man. I don't mean to dismiss your pain, I know losing someone always hurts - but a lifebond... Whatever god thought them up, I'd like to spit in their face. Keeping the boy alive at all will be a miracle. Aim for that:

:You said something, before. That Savil - knows how you feel about gods:

:I hate them. People say they act in mysterious ways - I say they're toying with us. People say they know what's best - I say, best for who? If I die and meet the Shadow-Lover, she'll get my boot up her ass. I've no reason to pretend otherwise:

:Is that... a popular attitude, here?:

Snort. :By no means. I'm not exactly an apostate, for all my heresy - religious freedom, and all - but the rest of the Heralds try not to talk to me about religion. It gets their Companions skittish:

:And what about your Companion?:

:Taver knows better than to try me:

:...whatever works?:

:He's a dear. But if it came to a fight we'd neither of us come out happy, and he doesn't want that, so it doesn't come to a fight:

They come to the kitchens. Felicity hails a servant, and he brings them stew and bread and a small honey-cake each, apologizing that dinner proper won't be ready for another hour.