"She's not native, we can't send her," says Korulen. "We're not going to think of anything else! Putting it off only makes it worse."
Saasnil sits down on her chair and crosses her arms.
"I'm doing it," says Korulen, and she sits too, and closes her eyes.
A few moments later the door opens to reveal a young, green-haired woman, who looks very put out.
(If the girls have lied, she would prefer not to assist their deception.)
She doesn't know why someone with copious magic would need her permission, but she also doesn't know what will happen if she refuses, but she also doesn't know what will happen if she accepts and is found to be unsafe.
All paths are dangerous. The best guess is probably to play nice. She tries to think friendly thoughts, and says, "You may."
She wonders about the specificity of touching her dagger as opposed to other threatening or dangerous actions, and about the phrasing anyone I don't want stabbed as opposed to anyone who doesn't deserve to be stabbed, but does not voice these thoughts aloud. For all the good that will do.
Keo smudges the chalk. "The school's responsible for you. I can put you in a dormitory and get you access to the cafeteria; Korulen can go on a shopping trip at the girls' expense if you make a list, or you can wait a bit longer for me to be available for a sufficient block of time, if you want to look at things yourself. I don't recommend wandering around alone. I think your original world is much different from this one."
The fact that she's apparently not expected to leave the premises unescorted is also cause for caution.
She wonders if she should start carrying a linking book even at home. She wonders if this is going to be her home from now on.
She wonders if this world has the right materials to make Books, and whether it's worth risking her maybe-jailers learning how to Write.
She wonders if her sons would have turned out differently, if they had been taught sooner.
She wonders if her husband has noticed her absence yet.
She wonders if she really is going to be sent back someday.
She realizes there's been a noticeable pause while she was thinking and she's probably expected to say something. "...Thank you."
"It'll probably be a few months before Korulen can safely acquire a familiar," says Keo, ushering the visitor out the door. "But in the meantime - the problem you have isn't endemic to the class of summoning spells. We can send letters to anyone from your home you want to communicate with, and if someone wants to visit you here, they can."
She doesn't allow herself to believe, again. But she can ask.
She hesitates, then decides it's probably safer not to try to hide information from the copiously magic mindreader.
"My way home."
Not yet believing, but it's worth a try.
"What will I need to do?"
The woman (who has still not been introduced to Keo by name, in either direction) stands clear and waits attentively.
She rests her fingers on the floor in the indicated spot, and focuses.
"Do I just smudge the chalk, or is it more delicate than that?"