"Food in this home is your food!"

"Okay."

"Our water is your water. Our beds are your beds."

"Beds are sleep. If want understand person, who, understand place, where. If want understand what person, who, what place, where. If ask 'what that'," pointing at the couch, "I say 'that is couch'. If kobold ask 'what this'," pointing at the orange she holds, "Scott say, 'that is orange'."

"Okay."

She looks around for a moment, closes her eyes, and disappears.

There is some worrying while she's gone.

They don't really have a way to handle this, though.

Well, they don't have to worry long, at least about that. She returns in about a minute with a furry animal skin draped over her shoulders and curls up on the couch, facing away from them.

"When kobold go then, you were alone. Now you are no alone. Kobold and Scott and mom are together. Kobold want be alone or together?"

No answer.

"If kobold need me, only need ask." 

He leaves the house.

She stays there. After a little while, she falls asleep.

And eventually, Scott approaches her.

If she doesn't stir, he gently whispers, "Kobold wake up?"

Nope.

"Okay. Good sleep, kobold."

And about seven hours later she wakes up. It's now late afternoon, local time, or very early morning, by the kobold's internal sense of things.

She doesn't get off the couch but does roll over to face the room.

"Hello. Good sleep?"

"Mmhmm."

She shows no inclination to move. To be fair she's pretty cozy, snuggled up under the fur like that, though.

"What kobold want Scott, now and later?"

"You go where you want."

"Scott will go now. Kobold can eat food and drink water and sleep here, and can go her there."

"Okay."

And she is alone. For a few hours, anyway.

She doesn't get up. She spends some time getting a feel for the house with her mage-sense, and another while poking at her intuitions about it to see if she can figure out why she landed here.

She's hungry; she barely ate yesterday. That's fine, she can ignore that. She's thirsty, too, and that's less ignorable; fortunately her mage-sense gave her enough clues about where things are that she can fill a bowl with water and teleport it to herself without having to get off the couch.

And Scott is home. 

"Kobold eat, drink, Kobold okay?"

She's still wrapped in the fur, but she's sitting up, now, leaning against the arm of the couch with the half-full bowl sitting on a nearby table. "I okay."