The godspring chamber is almost completely empty except for a young woman filling up a jug of water.
Yes that's what she thought.
She points to herself and counts one two three four five.
She shrugs acknowledgingly. Yep, it's weird! She has had a weird life.
She makes every effort to comprehend this message and, in return, puts in the effort to get across that she has no idea how to goldthing and doesn't intend to try until she has a clear idea of what goldthinging even does and how to do it safely.
Well that happened.
Yes it did.
What do you suppose a goldthing is?
Dangerous and important, whatever it is. Hopefully I can learn the language fast enough to figure it out before we accidentally thing a gold and it turns out their safety warnings would've been very important if only we could've understood them.
She can spend a while collecting herself, or whatever, and go to sleep if it's dark out by that point, or if it isn't, poke her head out of the spare room and see if anyone is interested in feeding her.
She accepts both of these things, smiles, wishes she knew the local version of 'thank you', settles for saying it in Eivarne instead, and retreats into her room to eat her food and put on her goldthing uniform. They're very keen on their uniforms, these people.
Reasonably tasty. Also fits her impression that she has traveled to a different world with a completely different set of languages and cultures.
(And magic? It's the most obvious candidate for the meaning of goldthing, but she hasn't actually caught anyone doing any so far. Maybe it's dreadfully dangerous and reserved for special occasions, but if so, how do they stop the kids from blowing up everything in sight? She'll just have to wait and see.)
A teenage boy in the servant uniform comes by a bit after the meal to give her more language lessons. They're literate, it turns out, though before her tutor erases the slate he brings it's got much more complicated characters on it than the simple if annoyingly extensive phonetic syllabary he teaches Ruava.
Oh good, literacy.
Ruava turns out to have a phenomenal memory for languages when she's trying. She will pick up their language So Fast. And its annoyingly extensive phonetic syllabary too.
What is a simple way to say this... perhaps she shouldn't bring the resurrection part into it just yet.
"I grew up a year in a season, seventeen seasons, and then stopped."
"...Yes? Stopped. I am five years and a season in time, seventeen years in," she gestures to her face and body, "this."