...she holds out her hand. "In my culture. People shake hands. When they meet. It's nice to meet you. I'm Almarë."

"Inoro," he says, but he picks up a box instead of shaking hands. "Hurt people're this way."

She follows.

He holds the door for her. The people are in beds, although they are not hospital beds and one of them doesn't have sheets.

She debates whether to try to get informed consent from people whose primary concern is that she will massacre them and then just reaches for the nearest one and touches her and healing-spell -

Everyone in the room holds very very still, except for the healed person who mostly does that but also starts crying.

Okay next one.

There is some more relaxation at that point, although still nobody taking steps or moving their limbs or anything.

Next one next one next one.

When she's done four of them the doctor moves enough to put his supplies down and let the door swing closed.

There are people who do this all day at hospitals in member countries who don't yet have anyone screened for the extraordinary trust the spell symbols require. All day. She wonders vaguely how. Maybe they listen to really pretty music the whole time. 

She taps everybody and then stands back.

"Thank you," says the doctor.

"I can get you other stuff you need. If you want. Or I can stay here, if you'll worry what I'll do once I leave, and I can write someone else to go get it. Whatever you want."

"We're very low on food and we're not very confident in the well."

"I can do food and water. I could also - my home planet is taking immigrants, if you would like to live there instead of here."

"That's probably easier than attempting subsistence farming on a played-out mine strip."

"Yeah it really is isn't it. If you want I can take some people to check it out and then they can come back and tell everyone else? Or I could take you all at once, I mean, but if people are going to be scared -"

"Taking a few people first would probably help with that."

"Okay. I can - wait outside while you ask people and find some who would like to go first."

He nods.

He does that. He finds her four volunteers.

And hop hop hop now they're in a park in Ambaróna. Not near any people, that'd probably scare them more. "So here we are. I'm presently messaging the people in charge of refugee resettlement because I am not one of them, I'm just the liaison to reds on your planet, and they'll be here in a minute and describe to you where you'll be living and how we can help you transition smoothly and so on. They're set up for this, it won't be a problem."

Prince Canafinwë? - I think you're still back in Warp but I thought I'd better check - okay -

- Prince Nelyafinwë -

Yes? 

         I'm - here - she sends it - with some emergency refugees from a planet in Warp and I need the people doing refugee resettlement and a particularly soothing subset thereof they're really skittish I'm sorry to bother you I should have looked them up when I started this assignment. 

There's a pop and he joins them in the park. She blinks at him and then smiles weakly. (His hair is very red. She doesn't think it'll help all the way but it can't hurt.)

Send me more information, please, he says, and then looks at the refugee delegates. "I apologize for the teleporting. We've had complaints about how nervewracking it is and that's from a population with much less to fear. This nation is called Ambaróna; the planet is called Endorë. We have videos for new arrivals that repeat all this, so if you don't remember something you can look it up from your new homes in a bit. We have more housing than people to live in it -" this is true only because they just had demons build a lot more - "and we would be happy to take you in. We don't have a caste system. You don't need to worry about touching things. You don't need to worry about touching people. I imagine you have lots of concerns about what jobs you can work and what laws we have. I promise that you'll be safe here, and that our refugee program allows for a year's transition before you even need to think about that. We have magic for the language barrier, we have magic for lots of problems you might encounter. We would be honored if you would choose to consider our city your home."

"Why?" someone asks. (The others are all gazing around intently at the park and visible skyline beyond.)

"If in - five of your years - you are all safe and happy and have enough, and your children are growing up never knowing what it was like to be afraid, you learn that some other country has done the same thing to their reds - and there's an empty building just across the street, and plenty for everyone -"

"Well, but we're red, you're - an alien with red-colored hair."