There's a man with red-tinged blond hair, dressed in slightly singed clothes, perched in a crouch on top of a boulder and sulking.

He glances over at her when she falls into the clearing beside him, purple eyes narrowing and sulk sharpening into a scowl.

He then huffs and snaps his head to look away.

Whoops castle's gone.

The sudden loss of mana inflow is much like falling down a flight of twelve-dimensional stairs, but this feeling is promptly replaced by the much more important problem that there is someone being sad within her line of sight. 

Maya floats up to eye level and smiles a toothy, sunny smile. "Can I help you with anything?" 

He growls, the sound odd, like he's not used to human vocal cords, and then coughs. "Not unless you can resurrect the dead."

Ah yes, human vocal cords are the worst. She tried them once and couldn't talk at all for a week.

The little teal humanoid dragon wags her scaly tail, embroidered red silk robe rustling softly in the gentle rush of air that's holding her up. "I totally can do that!" Thoughtful pause. "Well. With a lot more mana than I currently have." 

That pulls him up short. His gaze snaps to her. "What's the cost?"

Maya contemplates her massively depleted resource reserve for a moment. " ... patience and a whole lotta rocks," she diagnoses. "Especially if the person is not very recently dead or is very magic. How come you look like you were recently on fire?" 

"Recently is a complicated question, and because I was."

"Ah yes, time shenanigans and flammable clothes, terrible combination." Nod, nod. 

She wants to hear all about it, because people are so interesting and have interesting problems and she can often help, but many years of her primary income being séances has taught her that your recent trauma involving the death of a loved one sounds fascinating tell me all about it is, you know, kind of a rude thing to say. If Kurama has any ability whatsoever to read body language, though, he can probably tell. 

Bipeds have the bizarrest body language so he actually can't tell.

"What do you know about time shenanigans?"

"Not as much as I'd like?" She scoots over about a foot and another of herself flickers into existence, and as she glances at the sun to mark the time of its appearance, the second Maya settles to the ground by a nearby tree and begins to meditate. "Still not sure why time gems aren't a paradox, for example. The problem is that step one of figuring out how time works is usually to end up back in time as a tiny baby wizard without any of the books you need to figure out how time works, see." 

"Well, I'm the first known case of time travel in this world. Fucking woohoo."

"Oh! That is very cool but also I am sure very stressful." Sympathetic nod. "Not on purpose?" 

"Not on my behalf."

"And having time travel done to you by somebody else is kind of like surprise glitter," supposes Maya, "in that I would find that fun and probably you did not so much. Unfortunately as far as I know there is not a way to un-time-travel except insofar as eventually time goes forward again?" 

"Kind of the whole point was for that specific future to stop existing."

"Oh. Well that's good, then? Unnnnless you also have, like, giant invisible time elementals that insist on everything happening the same every time." 

"Don't think we do. But the people there won't ever exist, now."

Maya hadn't really thought of that. She contemplates it seriously for a long moment, spiky brow-ridge furrowed with concern. "That is not very good, no," she agrees solemnly. "Maybe enough time and spirit and void together could get them back? But that sounds very complicated and as you can see from my unplanned arrival I am not so great with the void mana at this time." 

"Only care about one of them."

"Probably still really hard but in my experience most things can be achieved eventually if you try hard enough! Is this the same one you were asking about earlier or is bring-back-the-dead a separate problem from bring-back-the-unhappened-future-person?" 

"Same problem."

Nod, nod. "Okay, in that case I revise my estimate of what it'll take, you will need patience and many rocks and a source of time and void manas which I unfortunately do not biogenerate and probably then additional patience. In the meantime though maybe there is something else I can do to help? What was the problem with the unhappened timeline that you're here to fix?" 

"...There's a problem with a group trying to take over the world in the next decade, like fucking idiots - the problem I was supposed to fix is thirty years in the future, though; I got overshot."

"Oh dear. Well on the bright side that means waiting for things to take time will be okay! What do they want to take over the world for, that never helps."  

"They want to force people to stop fighting, I think."