He still looks suspicious. "I see. I am glad for you, I suppose." 

"I wasn't expecting it at all, but I'm glad for me too." 

:Bella, I'm pretty sure he thinks me being this much better is implausible and evidence this is fake! Probably it won't help to argue about it?: 

Probably not. Trying really directly to convince him is pretty - hostile, in a way? So I just bring him evidence he asks for and don't try to walk him through assessing it too much.

:That makes sense: 

"Leareth, there's another thing the other Vanyel said I could tell you," he says, slowly. "He went on a research mission, right, I'm sure you knew that. And - he found some of Urtho's journals, which had survived the Cataclysm. They're in Kata'shin'a'in now." 

Leareth goes perfectly still. 

Vanyel can't tell if that's good or bad or just noise, but he forges ahead. "Sorry, I'm missing a lot of the context here, other Vanyel has more, but he gave me this bit. Urtho admired you, he wrote that you were his best student, and - the war wasn't your fault, and Urtho regretted it at the end." 

No response. 

Oh no, he keeps saying the wrong thing. Plaintive look at Bella. 

"Should we come back another time?"

Leareth rolls over and holds up a hand. He's quiet for thirty seconds. 

"Can Vanyel come back another time. I still want to see the subtle arts things." 

"Yes. Just a minute." She ushers Vanyel out to Yfandes in the hall.

"Should I just wait for you here?" 

"Or I can send you back now, which would you rather?"

"Um, waiting is fine if it's going to be ten minutes, but if it might be a candlemark then I'd rather go back and finish my work." 

"It probably won't be that long."

He'll wait, then. 

She goes back in. "Do you want to try the same thing again, or different stuff?"

"Different. Please." 

"Okay, let me think what wouldn't be easily faked in a hallucination and shouldn't be disproportionately scary... Okay, look at my face for a minute?"

And nothing about her face changes, yet it's suddenly unrecognizable.

Huh. 

Leareth sits up again, looking more alert - more like his alt always does - than he has at any points. He looks at her from several angles. Frowns. 

"Do you have others like that. It is fine if they are more scary. You could do the calm thing." 

"Sure." She undoes the prosopagnosia and calms him and does an associative visual agnosia. "The first one was faces, this one does objects." There aren't that many objects in the room, but she can float a fork from his lunch over and offer it to him. "What's that?"

He makes faces at it for a while. "I do not know. That is very strange." He goes and examines some other things - his paper, the books in his room, his blanket and pillow. "...You can undo it now." 

There it goes.

He looks thoughtful. Also like he's getting kind of bleary but pushing through it. 

"Could you do the first one again, with the colours?" 

"Sure." Tasting colors. The same colors even taste the same way.