I really don't think I'll be ready to eat.

All right.

I'm pretty close to having a spell done that I think you'll like.

Hmm?

It looks like my magic can do portals - one way, not a safety risk - that you can look through. So we won't have to go up for you to see the sky.

That does sound nice. Does this world have stars?

Mmhmm. At night, the sky's too bright for them during the day.

The place I grew up was too bright for them.

Ah. Well, I can set the spell up to go inactive at night, if you'd like.

Hmm? No, I think I liked the stars.

Yeah, me too.

I can try casting it now, if you want, but I kind of expect the light will bother you, it's midday.

Probably. 

Tonight, then.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

He hasn't tried to do anything with his head. Why should he? This'll end soon enough. But now he reluctantly starts trying to persuade it not to be in an advanced state of terror and panic. It'll get back to that soon enough.

The kobold hangs around for a little while, and then goes to start working on her new cooking area. She checks back in after a few hours.

What are you working on?

Putting together someplace I can cook where it won't bother you.

Thank you.

No problem.

I intend to work on that for the rest of the day, I'll probably have it done by bedtime; your blanket will be ready for me to finish it tomorrow morning, and then when that's done I'm planning to go start looking for that second safe spot you wanted. The blanket shouldn't really wait, but the rest is mostly flexible if you need anything.

I do not.

She nods, I'll keep checking in, anyway.

He sleeps.

She works, quietly checking on him every so often. When the sun starts to set, she enspells a good-sized rock with the new portal spell and takes it to him.

The sunset is pretty. He doesn't remember what delight feels like well enough to send it over osanwe, but he remembers enough to fake it. He smiles and makes his eyes glow with fascination and imbues his voice with wonder and delight and thanks her profusely.