"It's appreciated," he says. "I would also appreciate a chair, and perhaps a meal."
Well, the fact that she asked for permission is reassuring.
"All right."
"Thank you," says Ekador. He sits down. The much-travelled block of wood goes back to his pocket.
Saasnil makes an unhappy noise from where she's scrunched up on her bed.
Ekador makes a startled sound, abruptly made aware of the fact that he is in a box not physically supported by any structure he can detect, and that box is now falling. He reacts on instinct - the walls of the lift chute are made of wood, the lift likewise; the movement of one relative to the other is directly perceptible to him and he can likewise directly cause it to stop, by commanding the lift and the walls to behave as though they are one solid object despite the intervening space. He does not so much decide to do this as do it and then understand how he did.
"Yes," he says. "I suppose on reflection it's obvious that there was magic at work, but I reacted to apparently falling before I had time to question that appearance. I apologize."
He rests his hand flat against the wall of the lift and closes his eyes, examining the... for lack of a better word, alignment between the wood of the lift and the wood of the chute. Then he releases them from it, although he stands ready to put it back if this results in a truly uncontrolled fall.
"That seems more... complicated than the magic I'm familiar with," he says. "But then, so does summoning me at random out of a chair in another country."