"Leareth." Vanyel, expression neutral, starts walking in his direction. "Did you get my message?" 

"Yes." Leareth meets him in the middle, starts building a barrier against the wind. "Did you see my reply?" 

"No, how– oh, right, the message location. Er, I haven't checked it, since I was in k'Treva, I just got back to Valdemar today." 

"Hmm. You were in a Vale... I wonder if the Star-Eyed wished to delay us speaking again." 

"- What is troubling you?" 

Vanyel shakes his head a little. "Nothing. So? What did your message say?" 

"I wished to know if you were willing to share your real name with Promise. She has shown no inclination so far to abuse her power, and in fact you would have observed her healing the Tayledras even though they are the ones who attacked her unprovoked. If you did, I would be comfortable meeting face to face." 

"I'll. Um. Have to think about it." Vanyel's voice is jerky. 

"Of course. I understand the magnitude of my request, here. I do not think it is the only option. If you were willing to have a compulsion–"

"No??? Absolutely not." 

Nod. "Well, we can both consider other options here. ...Are you all right?" 

"Yes. Fine." Vanyel still seems kind of distracted, though. "I, er, I'm a little readier to believe that you've really changed your mind about Valdemar, now. Since I've seen someone with my own eyes who claims to be working with you and can do magic that shouldn't be possible. Just, it's pretty important to be right on something big? And so I want more context." 

"I understand. I can tell you my side of things now, if you wish, awaiting confirmation once we have a meeting arranged?" 

"Um, sure, if you want." 

Then Leareth can recount a summary of all the events since Promise's mysterious arrival in the north, including her learning Vkandis' name in a poorly-vetted book, the subsequent surprise attack, the fights, his own near-death, and the resolution. 

Vanyel listens with an increasingly stony expression.

"Thank you," he says distantly, when Leareth stops speaking. "I, er, she has a positive impression of you. Promise does, I mean. It surprised me." 

"Given her origins and powers, I had a strong incentive to be friendly and cooperative with her." 

"I guess so." 

Awkward silence. 

"Do you have any questions?" 

"Er, I'm not sure, I need to think." 

Vanyel does not, in fact, have any questions before the dream ends. 

Leareth wakes up, jots down some quick notes, sighs, and goes back to sleep. 

In the morning he checks whether Promise is in the dining hall or library. 

Library! She's reading a novel.

"Good morning," Leareth says politely. 

"Morning."