:- Of course. I understand.:
He can't be afraid, which...helps a lot, actually, with the instinctive flinch of reluctance. He hands her the talismans - the anti-scrying one in a small warded bag, just in case someone who isn't Valdemaran somehow tries to get a look at it - and he lowers his shields.
He's smarter than her, even without any magical enhancement; his thoughts move fast, leaping between tightly bundled concepts, though he's deliberately holding up the surface layer as clearly as possible:
He wasn't responsible for the attack in Haven. He's honestly baffled by the attack on Haven. And moderately distressed about it, on Vanyel's behalf. Herald-Mage Savil was one of his closest loved ones, and this isn't the first time a god or gods have torn Vanyel's life apart around him, in the process of trying to aim him at Leareth - (a tangled deeper line of thought, there, colored with genuine regret if not exactly guilt) - and he's angry about it.
(He's quietly very proud of Vanyel, and - something more complicated than that, which he hasn't unpacked yet - but he wouldn't have been sure what Vanyel would tell a powerful stranger about him, in the immediate aftermath of his aunt's death, and - he doesn't actually know what Vanyel said, but it was enough that Iomedae tried a letter, and was willing to come north.)
He hasn't finished forming an emotional reaction to k'Treva yet, except that he's very tired. He...hadn't, actually, thought the Star-Eyed Goddess would do that. Those were Her people, sworn to Her in a millennia-old pact, who had spent their entire lives working at great risk to themselves to cleanse the Pelagirs on Her orders. He...suspects it would have required more setup than a few minutes' worth, and that it wasn't just aimed at killing Iomedae, who surely the Star-Eyed could barely see. He doesn't know what the original goal would have been. He's uneasy about it.
He doesn't expect anything from here to be simple, even with Iomedae's help. It never is. But even if the very worst case scenario - if Aroden can't operate here against the opposition of the local gods, if everything has to built the hard way, from scratch - even then, it's worth trying that way, seeing if just Iomedae's style of magic is enough to offer a different option. He spent a very, very long time looking into every possible option here, and -
- the limiting factor on a lot of them is that he would need to already be a lot more powerful than he is to use certain power sources. And Iomedae isn't herself a god but she is, clearly, not exactly human - and that's not an urgent line of thought, he's not going to chase it further, but the point is that it's enough. Even if Iomedae were offering much less - even if she didn't want to help him, and needed a lot of convincing - even if he didn't expect it to work - it would be worth it to try.
He wishes she had come two thousand years ago. He's not thinking in detail about why he wishes that, but there's a deep well of old pain and grief, and more regrets, and - the even more sharply painful hope that maybe it's not completely irretrievable anymore.
Is there anything else Iomedae would like him to think about where she can see it?