This was all a terrible miscalculation. He'd weighed his options and thought it would be preferable to be here to defend himself against whatever side of the story Myr might want to advance, though Van would be on the defensive and at a disadvantage either way--but he hadn't accounted for how it would actually feel to see him again.

He's got to snap out of it. He'd been trying to put Kit at ease, damn it, and he might as well have tied him up and tossed him into the captive magister's cell for all the chance he's got of that now. He clears his throat, pulling his usual air of nonchalance around him like a cloak, and focuses on the wall over Myr's shoulder in the hopes that it'll appear to Kit as if he can actually look at him.

"I should have asked ahead of time, I know," he says, in a tone that implies that he simply forgot to, or some such. "And I didn't mean to wake you up, I'm sorry. I just thought that if Kit wanted an alternative to spirit healing, you'd be the best one to ask. I know it's not exactly your specialty, but he doesn't need much--just a little boost to the mending."