She beams at him.

:No, I’m all right, thanks. Go kick some (proverbial) ass:

In she goes! She has a plan for the spells she wants, or at least about half of one. When the door’s closed and she’s properly shielded, she releases her current set of spells and gets to picking a new one. It doesn’t take long, and neither does everything getting settled again.

Back to the stables! In the rain, which has by this point lost just about all of its novelty!

Vanyel is curled up against his Companion, moaning quietly in pain but fairly calm. 

Tylendel is holding Vanyel's hand. He's obviously been crying. He feels terrible about everything and Vanyel is in pain, which is awful, and he can't fix it, and he nearly killed himself and his mind is screaming and flinching away from what that would've done to Vanyel. Gala is trying to comfort him but she's fairly shaken herself and she's not currently very comforting. 

:I'm shielding him: Yfandes informs Vetareh. :He's miserable but as long as it's dark and quiet and no one startles him, he's not too out of control. What's the plan?: 

:I need to be touching him and my imperfect (and very boring/annoying/unpleasant) solution will only last while I’m awake and keeping on top of it. (Visual of Kilchas) is using the time to get a Work Room a door big enough for you, that’s a less kind-to-him but more ultimately stable solution. Nothing for directly healing it, yet. I’m not going to be able to mind-talk while doing this, questions before I start? I can be flagged down to stop at any time, just. Not an idiot that doesn’t tell people what the consequences of her actions are:

She slides carefully next to Vanyel to gently take one of his hands. This will do for physical contact. Now it’s just waiting for an okay from the quadruped.

:Any idea what it'll feel like to him? We should try to tell him what's happening, so he doesn't panic about it. Unfortunately I can't Mindspeak him without hurting his channels, everything's all torn up in his head and he's in a lot of pain: 

She sends precisely what he’ll be feeling, if nothing weird with foreign magic is going on. She knows, because this spell works by doing the thing to herself, and then sympathy impressing it upon someone else. To all of his physical senses, he will feel completely fine. To the magical ones, he’ll feel kind of like he’s kind of bundled in a big cumbersome blanket and unable to move or sense or feel anything but being very hugged/smothered depending on how he takes it. He will be able to feel his energy reserves being present, but not use them for anything. If they’re lucky he might just not be able to feel his channels at all, but it’s hard to say without trying it, and she doesn’t want to bet on it.

There’s probably no way to tell him what this thing is without making it worse. :Sorry: she adds.

:All right. I don't think that's going to scare him any more than what's already going on, and I'll try to reassure him if it does: Yfandes tells Gala so this can be passed on to Tylendel. :You can go ahead: 

There’s some setup, first, the casting of two spells in a specific order so she can copy and cast the main magic cutoff spell multiple times in a row, but then -

She casts Blackout. Together, the both of them are temporarily cut off from magic. To Vanyel, it feels like his channels and the pain associated with them abruptly disappear, along with all of his strange new magic senses. To Vetareh, it feels much the same, but there’s no loss of agonizing pain to go with it. She makes a bit of a face.

...Wow. That's incredible. For a minute all Vanyel can do is lie there, basking in not-being-in-pain. 

"...Mmmwhassat?" he manages finally. 

Tylendel murmurs a not very coherent explanation of what Vetareh is doing. 

"Oh." Vanyel squeezes Tylendel's hand. Blinks. "Mm'so tired..." 

"I know. You got hurt bad. Shh, it's all right, I'm here. You can just sleep." 

"Wh'happened?" 

Tylendel brushes the hair back from Vanyel's clammy forehead. "Lots of things. You got Gifts and you got Chosen and you mustn't do any magic because you're hurt. But she's here to help us. You can just rest." 

None of that makes any sense, but Vanyel is too bleary to care. He settles himself more comfortably against the warm soft body next to him - his Companion, confusion, awe, too much to absorb - and he flees all of it and tries to sink into sleep. 

He’s going to have a hard time of that, because Vetareh cannot actually keep this up forever. Nine seconds out of ten, averaging out, but spells don’t last forever. Even copied twice over, she cannot actually just chain cast this forever. There were always going to be gaps in coverage.

“Heads up,” murmurs Vetareh in her foreign language, wincing. The lack of pain abruptly cuts out, and Vanyel gets to feel agony again.

For about three seconds. Then she gets the complicated chain of spells off, and the pain disappears again.

Ack. Vanyel whimpers and clings to Tylendel, his other hand clenching around Vetareh's fingers hard enough to hurt, and then when it cuts it again he relaxes.

The second gap-in-coverage startles him enough that he projects a bit, or tries to; he doesn't get past Yfandes' shields but she does grunt with the sudden strain of shielding him. 

This is so awful! It's less awful, nine-tenths less awful to be precise, but Vanyel is still intermittently suffering and Tylendel feels so bad. He feels like this is somehow entirely his fault. 

Vetareh thinks it’s like nine tenths his fault, mostly on account of how he tried to solve a problem with explosive suicide and she holds a grudge. She thinks that things would have been much worse if she hadn’t been there. But then, maybe Gala wouldn’t have died, without Vetareh to be distracting, and the three of them would have just gone through the Gate without a care in the world. Or maybe not. She has no way of knowing.

She warns whenever the chain of Blackouts are going to cut off, with a short phrase that quickly gets worn to a monotone. There’s a pattern to it, but it’s one of those quirky overlap of three different mathematical patterns that aren’t immediately obvious upon viewing. But if you sit there and get to feel it each and every time, well.

This was always, always going to suck. It’s also very, very boring.

It sucks a lot less than it did before! Whatever she's doing feels oddly comforting, in addition to blocking the pain, it's like being swaddled tightly and hugged except metaphorically. Vanyel is getting in some moments of rest where he's not in horrible pain and can, very slowly, think through what he knows of his situation. And sneak in some micro-naps. He's so tired. 

A long time later, when it's just a candlemark or two until dawn, Herald Kilchas shows up again. :Work Room's ready for him. Healers want to look at him first, decide if he's strong enough to handle some pain-drugs now, he was too deeply in shock before: 

Another woman is standing behind the Herald. She smiles tightly at Vetareh. 

Vetareh does not get to take any micro-naps. She gets to sit here holding this person’s hand, juggling three spells in a chain over and over and over again until she starts to miss the novelty of the Mists. Not very seriously, but still. So boring. So, so, so boring. She hates it so much. So unspeakably much. Physical torture might actually be preferable. She can’t even make conversation with anyone, or do puzzles in illusions, because all of her magic is smothered and she hates it.

She keeps it up, though. She can probably hold out until the guy who’s fixing the Work Room is done, at least. Then she will be so allowed to sleep. So, so, so allowed. Also she’ll have so many fucking bragging rights, these people don’t even know, she’s going to be so insufferable that they’ll all hate her, except for the part how she’s aggressively amazing at her job. A complicated mix of adoration and loathing. Yes, that sounds fun.

When Kilchas and his friend in green show up, Vetareh perks up quite a bit. She gives Vanyel the long-familiar foreign warning, and then releases his hand and sits up to look at Kilchas and lady friend. She gives a tired smile right back. Yep, that sucked so much. At least she can talk now.

:Sweet, blessed servant of Dwayna’s mercy, thank you. ... but I should keep him covered while we move him. Testing painkillers should be in the Work Room, for safety. I also can’t talk while cutting him off, it cuts off my magic too:

Gemma nods briskly. Turns to someone behind her. :All right, Shavri, give me a hand getting him up?: