"Hi Sovi, I'm Margaret. So you just . . . popped into existence a minute ago, already fluent in English without having learned it anywhere? What else do you know?"

"I know Daz's language and the other things it occurred to him to have me know."

"So Daz created you . . . Do you know how he did it? Does he have any other magic? Do you?"

"The thing we want to know is what are you and where did you get the food?"

"I'm a magical girl. I'm from Earth, which it's starting to look like you aren't. I got the food by, um, magical girls can change their bodies a bunch of different ways. I can make plants grow out of my arms and get fruits and nuts and so forth that way."

"What's Earth?"

"It's the planet I was on before I got sent here in a magical accident. It's mostly populated by people who look more like you and Daz than like me."

Sovi starts explaining to Daz in his language.

She has a bunch more questions, but she can wait. Once she seems to be done, she asks, "Do you know what Daz was afraid of, earlier? Is it just that he'd never seen someone who looked like me before?"

"That and until it was obvious you had plant food you might have been planning to eat him."

"I--what--no--no. Ew. How long has he been stranded here that that's where his mind went first?"

She could really do without all these mental images from past prion disease research right now.

"He's been here since he was made," says Sovi.

"Yikes. So, what do we do now? I don't suppose either of you know which way to the nearest civilization?"

"No, and you'd have to build a boat, there's not really civilization on this round," says Sovi.

"What's a round, and do you know where we'd want to go in a boat if we had one?" She might be able to build a raft, if this is an island and the mainland is close by, but she doesn't know anything about construction.

"A round is what we're sitting on. Or - those." Sovi points at a couple moons in the sky. "I don't know if those are any better than this one."

"And we can get between them by boat?" She remembers how fast the gravity faded out, but surely Sovi can't be contemplating making a boat that can hold up in vacuum. 

"If you know how to sail."

"I'm afraid I've never sailed a regular boat, let alone a spaceship. And how would we keep the air in?" She could probably make an airtight full-body garment on herself, maybe even one for each of them if they were connected by ropes or something enough to count as one piece, but she probably can't scrub air except by making plants, and she has no idea how many plants it would take to scrub air for three people other than "a lot".

"Keep the air in?"

"So, uh, you definitely seem to know a lot of stuff for someone who just came into existence, and I appear to be somewhere a lot of my background assumptions are wrong, but I'm pretty sure there's no air between rocks in space. I guess I can try flying as high as I can and see if I feel the air getting thinner?"

"I don't think Daz had a reason to sabotage me but he might not know enough either."

"Well, now I want to find out. Can you tell Daz I'm about to grow wings and fly away, but that he shouldn't be scared and I'll be back soon?" This totally isn't just an excuse to put her wings back for a bit. It is an excuse, but it's not just an excuse.

"I can warn him."