She appears above a bit of frozen wasteland. She falls, conscious but without making a peep, to the ground, and breaks a few more bones.
She lies there.
"Yep. Uh, you might want to have Sunspring come by and rescind all my orders in case I got sneakily gotten, though I did not." She shuts the gate.
"Thanks. Sorry, I should have thought of that before I left, if I'd been caught by anyone remotely clever they wouldn't have let me suggest it after."
"One of us should have thought of it too, probably. Anyway, I am glad it was successful. Do you need any help setting up the garden?"
Then they can watch her circle her tree, marking out plots with lights, warming the plots with sorcery, and pressing seeds into the ground once it's nice and melty in there, and forcing each in turn to sprout. She has enough different kinds that she doesn't get farther than that on any of them.
Some of them she doesn't have names for, just tasted while she was out and about, but some of them do - goldberry, sawleaf, bowlmelon, soft pepper, hotherb.
Some of the plants are actually for making fiber with but she can make samplers of everything else no problem.
Most of Leareth's staff need to drag themselves away and go do their actual jobs, but Sapphire comes up again with supper at the appropriate time. "Wow!" she breathes. "This is going to be so beautiful once you're done. Will the plants survive the cold even if you have to travel for a bit or something?"
"If I'm away very long the climate spells might wear off but they don't need me to touch them up every day or anything."
"Sorcery alters the harmonic conditions of a place or thing so that it does something different."
"Harmonics are invisible features of everywhere - except maybe the other mortal world, where sorcery doesn't work. You can think of it sort of like how everywhere has an altitude, except harmonics varies in three dimensions rather than describing a third along two, and harmonics varies along more than one axis."