In their dorm room, an elf and a human complete a spell in perfect step with each other.
Another human appears in the room, in the middle of their chalk circle, wearing comfortable clothes of a pajama-like nature, positioned as though she was curled up on a comfortable surface but without the comfortable surface.
She lands somewhat awkwardly with a startled yelp, sits up, and gives the girls a quizzical look.
"Fancy. Why am I here?"
"...who's Nemaar and why's he want to see me so badly?"
"You sure showed him, huh? Or will, when he gets here. Do I have time to finish my nap?"
"Eh, I'm not mad. Appreciate the apology, though."
She nibbles her lip contemplatively, inspecting the floor for signs of coziness and clearly coming up empty. Then she pulls a few loose threads from the hem of her shirt and frowns at them until they puff up into a squashy pillow, which continues to gradually inflate until it is big enough to lie on, at which point she curls up on it and closes her eyes.
"Mm?" says the dozy summonee.
"Eh. How stuck am I, exactly?"
"Yeah? And how long will that take?"
"Could be worse."
She sits up and attempts to leave the circle. The circle disagrees with her life choices. She prods the invisible barrier. "...okay, that's gonna get awkward."
"...I can technically survive a few years locked in a little circle but I'd really rather not have to. Also I'd like somebody to tell my girlfriend what happened to me, ideally without locking her in another little circle."
"There is no bathroom in my little circle," Anlei points out.