I am prepared to accept her ire. I have watched for too long as friends took blows meant for me. [Never again, he promises himself.] I have been transported to the Drabwurld twice. Surely I am some use to her.

[He nods before giving Maglor a sharp glance.] And you would be sure to find why I am the most feared Mage in Valdemar and in the bordering lands. [Maglor isn't the only one who has been prepared for battle. In times of crisis, Vanyel's powers are hair-triggered. Not to mention he can use his sword and daggers quite well.]

What became of the Lady Yavanna? [Sorry for his curiosity. Even in a terrible state, it thrives unhindered.] ...mm. [He grips Maglor's hand securely, his head spinning at the magic. Once his vision adjusts from light to shadow to light, he gives Maglor a faint assent. He has no desire to bother anyone.]

I hope she understands.