Okay. So she sets aside the things enough to let the door open and steps out, waving at the tiny articulate child.
And she heads for the room he pointed out, walking slowly and warily.
I don't know what an Ainu is. I'm from a country called the Imperium and I arrived here in a magical accident.
I'm trying to figure out where I am and what I should do next, and if your King will not be angry that I landed in his palace, that sounds like a reasonable thing to do next is ask his aid.
Into a marvelous and architecturally impossible atrium with soaring ceilings, lit again by an extremely bright gold light shining directly through all the rock. There are people crowded at the front of it, speaking. Her escort calls something, gets their attention, and then presumably explains the situation, as all eyes turn curiously to her.
Um. Hello, she says, shuffling awkwardly. She's still wearing her backpack in the presence of Apparently A King, how ridiculous.
It was instantaneous but disorienting; I think I'm all right though.