Vanyel...doesn't seem to hear him right away. 

"Um, Van?" Lissa jogs past him and shuts the door. 

Cam stopped transmitting sound when he was done talking. "Everything okay?"

"I...just a minute..." Vanyel turns and locks eyes with Yfandes. Who's currently glaring at him. Insofar as a horse can glare. It's...very glareful. 

Vanyel mostly seemed baffled. Baffled and confused and hurt.

After thirty seconds or so, he sits down with his back against the wall. "What?" he says out loud. "'Fandes, what do you want me to say? It is monstrous and it's probably not worth it and if he won't back down we'll have to fight him – but we have to at least, I don't know, look at his plans and weigh up the numbers. Not jump to a conclusion now without even thinking about it for ten minutes. This is really big. No I'm not telling Randi right this second. For one I can't do that without opening the door and Cam needs it shut." 

He puts his head down on his knees. "I don't know what you want from me." 

This is the point at which Yfandes' mindvoice starts Broadsending to everyone in the room, whether accidentally or on purpose is hard to tell. 

:Van. There are lines you just. Don't. Cross: 

He lifts his head, dully. "Fandes, we’ve had that conversation. Multiple times." 

:And I clearly handled it wrong. What’s happened to you, Vanyel?: 

Silence. 

:I feel like I don’t know you. You aren’t the person I Chose: 

"'Fandes..." 

:Don’t try to apologize. Just don’t. I can’t – are you still my Chosen, Vanyel? Is this you? I don’t know what you are anymore: 

"’Fandes, I–"

:Stop. I can’t. I can’t do this right now. I, you, just – I can’t:

“What–” 

... 

Yfandes turns to Cam. :I need to go. I need to be literally anywhere that isn't here. Don't let him come after me. I can't talk to him right now. I don't – I just have to be somewhere else where he isn't. Please. Where can I go?: 

...Cam goes over to the back door and holds it open for her, displaying a lakefront lawn and forest, with mountains in the distance.

Yfandes dives through the backdoor in about half a second and gallops toward the horizon. 

"...Van?" Lissa goes to her brother, who's still curled up against the wall, and shakes his shoulder a little. "Van. Hey. What just happened?" 

Vanyel...does not seem particularly inclined to answer her. 

"...whenever you're, uh, ready, I'd like to know what exactly she's freaking out about? She tolerated you hanging out with me and there is no way Leareth has more of a body count."

Vanyel lifts his head and stares sort of vaguely at nothing.

"I...don't understand? It doesn't make sense. She wasn't happy about helping you, she's been weird about it this whole time, but – this came out nowhere." 

He takes a deep breath and presses both hands to his temples and makes an obvious effort to focus. "...I think it's the part about a god. About messing with the gods. She...wasn't reacting as strongly about the blood-magic part even though that's the really bad part? I don't get it. Nothing makes sense." He's being pretty repetitive. "She blocked me. She looked at me like I'm some kind of monster. I'm...what if she actually wants to repudiate me...and I don't even understand why. I don't know which of the lines I've crossed – or Leareth's crossed – is the one she's mad about." 

He stares at nothing for a while longer and then abruptly uncurls and gets up. "Sorry. Can't think. Can I just go. Be alone." He heads off in the direction of the hotel rooms, not quite walking in a straight line. 

"Uh. Let me know if... you need anything."

Lissa stares at the stairs after Vanyel's out of sight. "...I'm worried this is a really bad idea." 

"...letting him be alone, or making a god?"

"...Er, both actually, but I was more thinking of the first right this second, I think making a god is less urgent since we just stopped time on Leareth and we didn't just stop time on my brother." She scowls. "He's going to completely bite my head off if I go after him. Is there – I don't know, can we sort of keep an eye on him from a distance and make sure he's all right?" 

"...I could put a device that would do that on him if I were looking at him but not now he's gone and it's not a friendly behavior."

"Oh. Damn." Lissa starts biting her nails, looking incredibly indecisive. "I don't know what I should do! I'd...ask Yfandes...but given that she just screamed at him and stormed off into the wilderness, I really don't think that'll help." 

"Maybe they'll desync and one or the other will be back any second now?"

"...That's a thing that happens?" Lissa yanks her hand out of her mouth and shoves it into the pocket of her tunic. "He's probably fine. Right? It's only one bad thing that happened, it's not, like, fifty in a row." 

"...you could chase him up the stairs if you're really worried."

Lissa glares at the window display of explosions as though they're personally responsible for all of her current problems. "I – but he's going to be pissed at me – all right, fine, I'll deal." She heads for the stairs, then stops and glances back. "...How do I know what room he's gone into, if I can't find him in the hall?" 

"He didn't tell me the number. Bar -"

I don't give out patron information.

"I'm paying for his room."

If you wish to evict him you may do so.

Lissa glowers at Bar. "...Fine I'll go see maybe I can still catch him." She sprints up the stairs.

...

She comes back quite promptly. "Too late, I guess. Can't find him in the hall. I'm such an idiot. I should've followed him right away instead of being a coward about it." She's absently gnawing on her nails again. "I have no idea how worried to be. I might be completely overreacting. I, just, this could go really badly."