"I don't think so, but just because I haven't thought of things people could help me with besides magic - or technology maybe - and money doesn't mean there's definitely nothing."
"Adapt, child," says Berathyme with amusement.
"Right. Mmm. Okay, what are spells that would be useful for the situation? I can write those down and work on learning them later and hope I get a door."
"Keep in mind," adds the snake, "that spellbinders get six spells per day. Or one hex."
"... Oh, right. Thank you, Berathyme."
"You're welcome."
"I don't know, I'd have to learn more about how your magic works," says Shell Bell reasonably. "To know what you can do that would be good."
"Spellbinders write up spell charts, which are sort of - 'if this happens in this condition, then do this,' for every possible condition. And then you sit down with the chart and get all of it to stick in your head for about half a second, and when you do, you can cast the spell, and it will do exactly what you said it would in the spell chart. But spells take time to charge, and they might not last as long as you think they should, it varies a bit, you don't know until you cast it for the first time. ... And you get only six per day. Or one hex, which - I don't know how to do at all."
Edarial goes very quiet.
"... What kinds of books? All of them, ever, or is there a selection?"
"All of them? Even the ones that were lost or - can she do books of spell charts?"
"... Hi?" says Edarial, suddenly shy. "Is someone there? With books?"
Hello, appears a napkin. What books can I interest you in?
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," says Edarial politely, because he is a prince. "Spell charts, do you have books of lost spell charts? Or - non lost spell charts that I don't have access to?"
There are, as it turns out, quite a lot of books of spell charts. Including lost ones. Shell Bell is welcome to read through them with Edarial.
She peeks, but mostly she mops (and then wipes down tables and polishes Bar), since she can't do the magic.
"Hey," says Edarial, after a while of reading and one glass of a substance Edarial doesn't recognize but likes immediately, "um - miss? Girl? I'm sorry, I don't know your name - does this hex look like it would be helpful?"
He points at the one he is at in the book he's on. It is, in summary, a small easily carry-able item that dispenses food.
"My name's Bell. Or Shell Bell, people call me that -" She looks. "Yes."
Another thing he looks annoyed about.
"That's okay, I have enough shells to eat for another few days if I'm careful."
So he gets to doing that.
"I think I did it," he tells her, after a very long time of doing that. "But I won't know until I try the hex."
"... Probably, it'll take a while for them to recharge. But I can sleep through a lot of it, I think, that'll help."
"Okay. You can stay in my room if you don't want to sleep by the fireplace."