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." 

"Okay. That's a good nickname."

He smiles slightly, then sits down. 

"I am trying to decide how best to approach this. I - am quite invested in learning more about your world, because discovering the existence of another world seems like one of the most important things that has ever happened, and - it may offer better solutions to Velgarth's problems than the ones I had available before, so it calls for significant reevaluation. I also have considerable resources that may help with your problems, whatever those are, and - obviously the best position from which to learn about another world, is one where I can be allied with a native. However, we know very little about one another right now, and so I am not yet comfortable sharing sensitive information with you, and I expect you might have hesitations as well." 

"It depends what you mean by sensitive information."

"Strategic information on my plans, mostly, in cases where secrecy is key because various people - or gods - will interfere if there is any opportunity. I am not ruling out telling you at some point, and there are many less specific things I am willing to share that will, I hope, let you make your own evaluation." 

"I meant for me, but all right."

"Ah. Fair enough. I am not sure what you would consider sensitive, but - my point is that I understand if you would be reluctant to tell me certain things before you know what I would do with that knowledge. And - I am judging it incorrect, here, to try to learn things against your will." 

"Thanks." She fidgets with her amulet.

Leareth pauses for a while, thinking. "Do you have a way to return to Fairyland with magic, if you wish to?" 

"It might take a while."

"This world also has magic which may be able to achieve this, though it is likely to require extensive research."