The tear leads to the backyard of a little cottage at the edge of some woods, where a man who looks plausibly human at first glance is picking cherry-plums. He was not expecting company, let alone magically appearing company, but apparently that's what's happening today.
She wasn't expecting this either! The tear was between her and some very tasty-looking silverplums and now she is in the wrong universe and has no silverplums. She feels around behind her with one bare foot but doesn't feel the telltale temperature differential - not a gate she can just go through the other way.
"Accident. Where am I?"
"...the human lands?" Is the world not infested the whole of it over?
"I've heard of them."
"What kind are you?" He looks human but perhaps he's merely had a disfiguring accident.
"You look a lot like a mortal, why is that?"
"I'm a leaflet."
"We're not especially common."
"...it's a kind of fairy? Like - glowgolds." He might be a glowgold, they do changelings.
"No? We just use nicknames."
"...I'm not sure what's confusing about it - what do people call you?"
"...and you can't decide that you're going to tell everyone to call you Cherryplum or what have you because..."
"- I see. Well, I guess calling me 'the leaflet' will do."