"...I'd say I can definitely get us a bodge job in three days.  I'd give good odds on getting a proper working solution in that time as well.  It's mostly a matter of - can you tell me your charging specification?  Oh, hell, do I even have the right units for that...I'm pretty sure the kilogram is the same here, at least, but then - oh, I could just measure an electron -"

Leaving aside the out-there options like '[oh no she still doesn't know her name] learns how to do it herself', at least.  She could.  Alicia is pretty damn sure.

"...But that can wait five minutes while we get you somewhere better suited for rest and recovery, I should think," she directs to Deskyl.

"Thank you, ma'am," DZ says, signing charger in three days to Deskyl as she does. "I'm able to accept power in a wide range of strengths, I'm sure whatever you come up with will be fine. As to recovery I recommend giving master Deskyl a private room where she won't be disturbed." She's already seen how dangerous it is to startle her awake.

"Yes, I can see why.  Great-aunt Ophelia's staff are quite capable in their own right, and they pride themselves in being...  Unobtrusive..."  By which she means, motherfucking ninja maids(gender-inclusive), "but - better not to risk it."

"I wouldn't trust unobtrusiveness to be sufficient, master Deskyl is a sensory specialist with a focus in sustained effects and can usually notice someone in her room even if she's fully asleep." Assuming they're biological, of course, but that's implied by 'someone'. "But I'll be available for anything she needs."

"I don't intend to test it," and neither does she truly believe Great-aunt Ophelia will find it necessary that a test risking so much be made regardless, "and besides, you've staked your claim, as was.  ...I'm a bit more concerned about how her senses will react to the wards, though.  They're..."  How to explain this...

"I don't think she'll be cleared to see through them.  And if that's going to be a problem, maybe we'd better set up camp out here."

A signed conversation ensues.

"We should stay out here, yes ma'am." Deskyl might be fine with them right now - emphasis on 'might' - but the chance of her waking up disoriented and with half her memories gone and assuming they're a sign of hostile action is far too high.

"Right.  I'll be right back with some supplies for that, then.  I could dig up a tent if that would be preferable to," she gestures around her, "this."

"This is fine, ma'am."

"Probably better anyway, I can fit more amenities in here."

She'll just go do that, then, if there's nothing else?

Her guests don't object, at least.

Deskyl is asleep again when she gets back, curled up on the floor in the corner.

Right.  She has an actual mattress - magically maneuvered through the doors - that she presumes that Deskyl would prefer to sleep on, in addition to basic necessities of life.  Food and water, even if they'll probably be bland, can't go amiss.

...Actually, given the way that she made the Breadbox™, that might be a problem and an opportunity.  It Contains Bread, but 'bread', in this case, has a specific definition that makes her think it might come out more like batteries if - oh, damn it, she doesn't have the droid's name - well, anyway.

"...Decanter of endless water, and a Breadbox, which Contains Bread, except that...ah...what it considers bread can rather depend on who opens it.  But it is - by definition - nourishing and sustaining, for said person.  And obviously there's also half a bed, I couldn't possibly leave Deskyl on a stone floor..."

"...To be clear, I'm not expecting that you'll live off this, you can get stuff from the kitchens like anyone - it's just - better safe than sorry about not letting anyone starve in my care, if I can help it.  Even if the magic is pretty spooky."