There's more people than bunks and Aya is new and has no friends here and can't very well fight somebody for theirs so she's on the floor. It's cold and she'd better fall asleep before it gets colder or she'll be shivering all night. At the old lady's the mat she had was deep enough that she could lie on her back without her collar digging into her neck; here no such luck so she's on her side, arm under her head.
Not even close. Some of the stuff I can make is from worlds way more advanced than yours and I've got touch healing and there are a lot more songs and I can't be seriously injured.
I am putting you in charge of the world, alternate universe versions of you are really good at it and you will be too and it shouldn't even be that hard, unless this world has powerful magic that no one's thought to mention.
Everybody was assuming you were just embroidered; most of them probably still are.
Yeah, in some places saying I'm a demon would terrify people, what's the best way to explain it convincingly here.
Probably still saying you're embroidered. And not mentioning all of your powers at once because that makes embroidery much less plausible.
"...Were you going to teleport me to Tsopix," says the person who wanted to go to Tsopix, "or should I go back to sleep."
"We can go now," he says, and makes a scale model of the landscape, is there an obvious border -
"Want to point me to where you want to go, or is anywhere in the country okay?"
Yeah, he just needed a visual to aim for. Now he and the slave are there. "Here you go. Need anything?"
...large bag of nonperishable nutritionally complete stuff, four exact copies of things various people around here are wearing, clean and folded.
"Of course. If you need to reach me you can, uh -" notepad - "you can write on this and I'll see it."