Yeah. Only to places I've been, usually, but obviously that's not the only way it can work - I checked the location-signature of where you were, I might be able to figure out how to get you to someplace else in that world from that.

Don't take me back. Please. I'll do whatever you want.

I know. I know. Not there. Somewhere else, and only if you want to.

Don't think so.

I do want to learn to teleport.

She considers.

I can teach you, but it'd be slow or very dangerous or both, I only know teleportation and it's a really bad kind of magic to learn with. But if you just want to be able to teleport, without being able to cast your own spells, I can do that.

I want to be able to teleport.

Okay. Each spell needs a specific destination and its own trigger - I use 'intending to teleport to the place the spell goes to' for mine, but I can do other things. Spells on people don't break; I can make a spell go dormant after a period of time or a number of uses or some other trigger, if you're not completely sure you want it set up a certain way, but it's totally possible to just have it be permanent, that's actually the easiest thing to do.

I want it to be permanent.

Yeah, thought so. To here? Does intending to teleport here sound okay for the trigger?

Who knows this place?

Just me. In theory someone else could find it, but I have traps set up; it'd be really hard for anyone who couldn't teleport to get in, and nobody else knows how.

Okay. 

All right. She closes her eyes. I need to see the mindstate you want to use as the trigger; intend to teleport here, please.

He intends to teleport here. With some hesitation, but he can always not do it if here seems worse than his other options.

Got it, she reports, and then a few seconds later, done. It won't teleport you to that exact spot; you'll be able to tell if it works if you want to try it.

Moving would open up most of the wounds I'm trying to close. Maybe later.

Sure, whenever you want.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

Maybe after I sleep.

Okay. I'm going to go out for a while, then, if you think you'll be all right.

I will.

He's already mostly back asleep.

And she teleports out and spends a few hours gathering firewood and food and medical supplies.

He's still sleeping when she comes back.

She puts away her new supplies. She eats. She sits and watches him for a little while. She wraps herself up in a blanket and sings to herself, quietly.

Eventually he wakes up. He doesn't open his eyes. He searches for her mentally. All her public thoughts are uninformative and harmless. 

Water?

Sure. She fills a little bowl and brings it over. How are your hands?