She freezes mid-gesture, and frantically pats herself as though hoping to find something in a pocket. Her look of alarm turns to horror.
There are bookshelves on the walls, but that doesn't indicate much. More pertinently, there appears to be some sort of circular design on the floor around her. Almost out of habit, she steps aside to clear the entry point—
—and bumps into something invisible.
This is not the first time she has appeared in a cage.
She reaches into her robe, grasping but not revealing a stylized yet functional dagger.
Come to think of it, the fact that the girls look so different from each other is also suggestive. It's not impossible that they're both native, but it'd be somewhat unusual.
Then again, much about the situation is unusual.
"I'm standing here, aren't I? How did I get here without touching a book? And how do you know Rivenese?"
The other part made less sense, though, having translated roughly as "Korulen used a translation skill".
"I have never heard of anyone who could translate a language they didn't know," she says, trying to sound casual. "My compliments on your skill."
She is not especially surprised that someone who would take her away from her world would describe themselves in this way.
"Magic indeed," she says, bowing but not taking her eyes off them.
"I – I don't have a book with me," she says despairingly. "I can't go home."
"You can send me back. Because - you're magic." She lets out a single shaky laugh of relief.
She seems to be sitting on the floor now. This is probably due to her legs going on strike in protest.
And not after the last two children she thought were foolish but well-meaning.
"Sure," she says quietly.
Maybe she should risk addressing the elephant in the room.
"Why is there a wall here?" she asks, pressing a hand against the invisible barrier demonstratively.
"So you can't open it unless you can send me home." She sighs. "Oh well."
"No," whimpers Saasnil, "we'll be in so much trouble, what if we think of something else?"
"We're not going to think of something else, we have to tell my mom - and she'll be able to see if it's safe to let you out."
The woman is fairly good at the general sort of thing that "thinking of something else" is likely to entail, but she's not especially inclined to help these girls avoid getting in trouble for bringing her here. So she says nothing.