Well. She's right. She checked three times, there's no doubt to it.
"Look," she mutters to herself, "I get it, it's scary, but deal. You are not allowed to - to -" To what? Go home? Maybe try to work up the courage later? Maybe try and avoid the shren house like so many other dragons?
It was a door. It's idiotic to be afraid of a door. Sure, there were shrens on the other side of it, but there could conceivably be shrens on the other side of lots of doors, some of them were in hiding, hair dye existed. Subtle colors existed. She could have been near shrens any number of times.
That - did not actually make her fear go away. Instead it makes her want to curl up in her little apartment and not go outside again.
Great. Okay. Stop that train of thought, it's not useful. If she stands here any longer, people are going to stare. (Is that person over there staring? Probably. Damn.) Just - door. Go. Walk.
She forces herself to walk to the door, somewhat stiffly. And then she is at the door. ... Does she knock? Does she just open it and go in? She has no idea. It's customary to knock, so... She takes a deep breath and does so. Resisting the urge to flee and teleport away (or scamper into the bushes) isn't easy, but she manages it.
She flies dragon most of the way, it's faster. But she doesn't stay dragon. That would be a great way to lose her ability to fly in natural form entirely. She walked to get to the Esmaar house, the first time, but now's really not the time for that. Time to stop sitting on that one single chosen form. And it's not like she hadn't thought about what her non-dragon flight form would be. Just - waffling a little. In case of an emergency.
Gyrfalcon, she thinks, and she is a pale while bird with coppery markings that doesn't stop flying after she shifts.
She's at the shren house in Tenebirokalamikikek soon enough. She lands and shifts human, and tries to figure out how to get in.
"Yes. The babies, please...?"
"Do now," she says, lightly. "Lead on?"
The water would be comfier if she'd wound up with a luckier subspecies of merfolk, but it's livable even for a shallows-Eem one. The amethyst shows her the way into the iceberg. There are babies; they are ushered into the air pocket, which is used mostly for storage but is quickly cleared out to let them fly.
Once everything is ready: spells. Well, just the one, really, cast multiple times. But it's an important one.
"Got Tenebirokalamikikek," she informs.
"I will ask the dragon council, they'll have records. Countries you've visited and can teleport to in case you have one I haven't and it's faster for me to tell you?"
"Excuse me," she says to the nearest person in charge, "I'm going to go take care of home shrens. I'll be back later to reset them again, but - yeah, gotta go."
Records of shrens are found, easily located since dragons need to know where not to fly. She writes down all addresses of the little ones stil in esu. Locations are relayed to Ehail where appropriate. And then Avet starts teleporting to places, and flying from there. In her falcon form, because she's aiming for shrens specifically and it's really better to be safe in these circumstances.
She reaches the first house reasonably quickly, lands, and knocks on the door.
"I am a wizard who can let her temporarily fly," she explains. "With a spell. It will reset esu."
"Fly," she agrees.
"Come down, please, I can do joyrides later but right now I'm resetting esu across the board," she calls.
"... Other babies are in pain like you were," she hisses. "I need to get to them too."