And since, despite the world's admitted tendency towards situations best left in the more dramatic varieties of literature, it wasn't literally a stereotypical gothic novel, Kanimir didn't expect anything in particular to happen. If nothing else, there were far more storms that happened to happen at night than there were potentially literature-worthy shenanigans. So it's completely reasonable for him to be curled up in his grand library, enjoying a book on magical theory.
"It might or might not require subterfuge. I'd have to think about whether it was preferable to risk attack by someone whose enmity I had already earned or to risk alienating someone I hadn't."
"If we attempted to get you in copying range of one of the fae who have in the past attempted to kill me and/or my sister it would be wise to be invisible and as otherwise imperceptible as magic will allow."
"... oh," she says. "Yes. But why those ones in particular? Aren't there other fairies?"
"There are. But the question of whether they'd be enthusiastic about a random mortal deriving large amounts of power from them...isn't guaranteed to go in our favor. Politics, if nothing else," he says, wrinkling his nose.
"There is one fairy noble that I've heard good things about who has the relevant abilities, but I haven't met her and arriving in her territory unannounced and asking for things is perhaps not the best plan of action."
Riya considers.
"If I have enough unicorns, I can copy things so I can move them around, not just copy them for myself. Maybe she would like it better if we moved some things around for her?"
"Quite possibly. I do think it would be better if I asked around some first to see if I could arrange an introduction."
"This may be tricky, since the magician who told me of her died some decades ago. Still, I do have fey acquaintances, and she is a noblewoman, and an introduction is a much less perilous favor to ask than to greatly empower a human with unfamiliar magic..."
"Would you rather come with me, or continue to examine this forest while I arrange things?"
What a fascinating fruit. Riya does not want to become the sort of thing that makes fruits, but if she did, she would want to make that fruit.
That would be terrible. She will not do that.
...She wonders if she could turn it around so that whatever food she touches becomes just the sort of thing she should eat. She'd need a unicorn, possibly. And an optionalizer. And possibly something else too but she isn't even sure what.
It takes her a little more time to theorize that they might do that, but once she thinks of it, she picks a fruit. And then picks several more fruits, just in case. Many fruits.