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."

"And to us all the people on all the worlds are like-us enough to want safe."

They look around some more.

A jogger with a baby stroller runs by. A couple of angels are flying over the lake. The skyline is really a bit much.

"What are those," someone says looking at the angels.

"This world has magic. We can call our neighbors from other worlds with powerful magic, and we can ask them to do things for us. Those are angels; nothing can harm them and they can change things just by looking at them. There are also fairies, who can move things, and demons, who can make them. We'll teach you how to safely summon ones who like being summoned, and how to safely negotiate with them and pay them. And some like this world and live here for years at a time."

"It seems pretty implausible that we would not have to worry about what laws you have for a year."

"We would like to make sure nobody gets hurt but I don't get the sense having the police ready to sweep in will help us achieve that at all."

"After a year, then, then what?"

"If the transition people are remotely good at their jobs you won't be scared of the police and it'll be reasonable for you to live your lives like all our other citizens."

"What are their jobs -"

"Helping you get adjusted, teaching you our laws, giving you the tools to solve problems internally as a community, introducing you to people, helping you attend block meetings and vote on the laws so they better reflect what you need, helping you find work you enjoy, teaching you to summon safely -"

"What if we're no good at any of the work you have here?"

"Then you can summon whenever you want nice things, there's a public list of people who'd like to make you things in exchange for learning your language."

They look around some more.

Some people wander by singing.

"It's so pretty here."

"Thank you. Elves really like pretty places."

"It would make more sense if you were putting us somewhere out of the way that nobody else was using -"

"If you want to move somewhere like that later, you can, there are eight countries who signed up to take in red refugees."