"Oh." Pause. "I woke up here in a house with people in it. I don't know what to do about them."

"I suggest you not go back."

"Why?"

"The people there will think you're their daughter. You won't know enough about your relationship to fake it. It will end badly for everyone."

"Oh." She considers this. "But then where do I go instead?"

"I'm rich in this world: I own property. I can find you a temporary room easily. If you want your own house, I can also arrange it, but it will take time."

"I want to have somewhere to stay. It would be good if there weren't people there."

"Do you care where it is, how it looks...?"

She shakes her head.

"Then I have a room very nearby. Would you care to follow me?"

She nods.

"I can't fly, so I'll have to teleport. I hope you don't mind."

"How do I follow you teleporting?"

"I'll take it in a series of small steps - I teleport to the next roof and call out, you follow me, then I teleport again, and we repeat that process until we get there."

"Okay."

Ishmerai dies down in one place and springs up in another.

"Here!"

Riya goes over there.

They repeat this process a half-dozen times, until-

Ishmerai is standing on a balcony. She hands Riya a small, silvery key and gestures towards the balcony door.

"Your room. It's one of my various safe houses. This is the only door, so you don't need to be worried about anyone else disturbing you."

"That is good," she says. "Thank you."

"Would you like me to leave you alone now? It's undoubtably been rather a shock for you, so if you'd rather not talk more right now..."

"I want to see magic things that might be useful more than I want to sit by myself and be unhappy."

"That's the spirit! Should I bring the magic things here, or bring you to the magic things? The first one would probably be faster, because, you know, teleporting."

"First one."

"It might take me a few moments to gather everything, but don't worry, I'll right back!"

Ishmerai smiles, and disappears.

She goes inside and waits.