"I don't even know who he is, I can hardly have specific plans about him."

"Well, yes, we know that now. It was not immediately obvious, and also this world contains some Powers which have a tendency to use people as Their pawns, and he prefers to be very careful." 

"Powers?"

Nayoki seems to think hard for ten seconds before answering. "Gods. Does Fairyland have gods?" 

"No."

"Well, our world does and They are rather obnoxious much of the time. The region we are in currently is mostly free of Their influence, which is why we operate here even though it is suboptimal territory in other ways." 

"What do they do?"

"Meddle by creating inconvenient coincidences, usually. If you want to know more, it may be simplest at this point for me to find out whether he is willing to come here and talk to you directly, since he is much more an expert on this subject than I am." 

"...okay."

"I will go speak with him." Nayoki heads out. 

The Healer asks if Promise needs anything. 

"Water? Also I don't know how convenient it will be for you and Sunspring to be available to feed me, so if that's going to be only sometimes available, I should eat now. ...something more like, uh, a plant? Than the thing from before, which wasn't much like a plant."

"Like, vegetables, you mean? Bread is made of flour from grain, so it's from a plant originally, but I guess there's a lot of steps, and butter is from cow's milk so not a plant. I can make you up a meal that's mostly vegetables and beans or something. I don't know what your other nutritional needs are." 

"Vegetables and beans are fine."

The Healer assembles her a plate of mixed vegetables and beans with seasonings, carefully taking it from the dishes in the dining hall that don't contain any meat or milk or eggs, and brings it to her. 

Promise cooperates with the indignity of being hand fed.

"What actually happens if you eat food off this plate normally?" she asks, curious. No wonder Promise wants to go back to Fairyland if it's the only way she can eat by herself again. 

"Maybe nothing but maybe I find that random people involved in growing or harvesting or preparing it can give me orders."

"Oh dear, that does seem not ideal." Enaka/Sapphire willingly hand-feeds her as much of the plate as she wants, and leaves her a water jug and cup. 

Promise does some magic to the water but at least can pour and drink it on her own.

And about half a candlemark later, someone else enters the room with Nayoki. 

"Promise," he says to her. "I understand your arrival here was accidental, but nonetheless, welcome to Velgarth." 

"Thank you."

"I am curious how exactly your name-magic works. If the name I go by here is one I chose for myself, not one I was born with, does that count, or is it a nickname for your purposes?" 

"That's a nickname. But if it shares a syllable that's risky."

"It does not." It's entirely unrelated to the name his original body once bore, which no one alive now can connect to him; it was chosen for a word in ancient Kaled'a'in, meaning 'the night sky' or 'the stars.' "You can call me Leareth."