They consult.

"Is he going to be able to write? I don't see easy access to writing implements anywhere."

"...he doesn't have a mouth, so maybe he can do sign language and we'll be able to see through the scry? Does the magic work on that?"

"Mine does if the spells don't."

So the message that is decided on is: "alternate universe you working on interdimensional cooperation. can observe you and read signed languages, or writing. indicate a good way to communicate further."

He startles, slightly, on the grass, then signs:

Contact Imperatrix of Earth.

"Maybe that is the US."

"I'm gonna make the executive decision that we are Bells."

"Maybe that is the BELL."

"Man, if doing cool things weren't illegal I would be so cool."

Pat pat.

"Did it say 'imperatrix' anywhere on her paperwork?"

"I don't know if we can rely on the translations lining up closely enough. She does have a title you could translate that way."

"He's being observed."

"Yeah. He didn't ask if we could get him out, though."

"Well, sometimes if you're being observed that's not a smart thing to suggest. You can read blue centaur body language? Confidently on the first try?"

"He kept it to four words and barely moved his hands and didn't provide lots of information it'd be useful to have and is now moving exactly like before the message arrived."

"I was just going off how little he moved and how little he said."

"Is there anything intermediate in bandwidth between Sending and Gate?"

"A crystal ball with Telepathy?"

"Do you have one of those?"

"Not to hand but I'm sure there's one to be had. Telepathy's communicative, it only reads what's directed at the recipient."

"Else Belmarniss would've twitched. Though it might spook the Imperatrix, if she's that."

"I think it's worth spooking her."

"Yeah. Especially with brain parasites about complicating things."

"We'll have to designate one person to talk to her, that way."