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They send her back.
- they send her back, and where she was when she was last in this plane was a classroom doing some kind of interplanar studies spellcasting, and there must be something wrong with time between the planes because they are still - here -
- she falls, again, and lands, again, and, shaking, opens her clenched-shut eyes.
"Ooh, that's interesting. I've heard tales of miraculous healings, apparently Vkandis Sunlord does it every so often to make a point in Karse, but I'm not sure I believe it's real, could be all legends."
It's very common in Materia. In Arda, where I was living till yesterday, there was magic music that did healing, which wasn't as good as Materia's, maybe about comparable to yours, but for the hard stuff they could ask their gods directly. Uh, who would be good to ask about the local gods, just so I'm not taken by surprise?
Gemma looks blank. "...Priests? We've got a Temple to Kernos really nearby, most of the Heralds go there, and there's an order dedicated to Astera of the Stars just outside the Palace walls, and I think there's an enclave of Vkandis worshippers in Haven too. Those are the major ones. Lots of minor ones." She shrugs. "Not really my area. I go to the temple at high holidays but the gods don't have much to do with my day to day."
And they can treat some more patients, painlessly! When the sun is properly down, Gemma notices and asks how long she’s been there and whether she would like to grab something to eat and then go home.
There’s a buffet-style table with food in one of the back rooms for the Healer on duty, and then Gemma asks where she’s staying and if she needs someone to help her get back. “I know the Palace can be confusing at first. I used to get lost all the time.”
He looks about thirty percent less tired than the day before. “Um, good morning, are you busy?”
"I, um... I was trying to think about whether I could tell you about the thing and it still seemed impossible and I thought maybe I could write it down but then I tried and I just wasn't writing any words for some reason and then I remembered there's a whole official report on it so I realized I could actually just go get that from the Archives and nobody would care and anyway here can you just read it while I wait around the corner or something?"
He says all of it in one breath and holds out an envelope at her.
He gives her a look of absolute consternation. “I forgot! Sorry! I, um...” long pause, “I can read it it’s easier if it’s not my own words but can I please not do it out in the hallway?”
He stares at her with the blank look of someone who has no idea how to have preferences on this subject.
Vanyel nods and steps across the threshold and then takes a folded paper out of the envelope and starts to unfold it. He drops the envelope; his hands are shaking; but he ignores it and stares determinedly at the paper. “Can I read it now and get it over with?”
Vanyel gets a couple of words in and interrupts himself with “sorry standard introduction” and skips ahead.
It’s definitely an official report, written in dry formal phrases; Vanyel reads it with a matching flat tone. It starts by describing a set of unfortunate events with a family feud, which only begins to make sense when it adds that a son of one of the feuding families (Vanyel does not read the name and skips that entire line) was a Herald trainee under Savil, with a strong mage-gift. And a twin-bond with his brother, unfortunately not known of until he had some sort of magical seizure when his brother was violently murdered.
It was noted by Queen’s Own Lancir shortly after that he was also lifebonded to Savil’s nephew and ward-
Vanyel reads off his own name and then sits down suddenly on the floor. :Can I do the rest in Mindspeech?:
- you don't actually have to do anything besides read it to yourself, the speaking isn't helping me understand.
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