She isn't sure if she would have made it through the desert, if the storm hadn't hit. She still has some water left, in her rations. They haven't figured out what the energy rays here are, but scattering through the whirling sand they're as deadly to her as to anyone.
She coughs. She falls.
And here she is. She opens her eyes.
Leaving her with Tama. The cat is giving her a pointed look and then at the library, visible from the second floor hall.
She was going to follow Henry but she notices the look. Is still not sure if Tama is a person and so if it means anything.
"Do I need to know something?"
Tama answers that by walking into the library without breaking eye contact.
Tama jumps up a table and seats atop an open book like a dignified throne.
"What is your deal?" She says.
That answers that. She's not sure if that's normal here, that Henry didn't include her in conversations before, and so no one mentioned it, or - something else.
"I came here from another world. When I died, there. That's what happen to me."
"Weird... I don't think the house brought you here. You don't really feel part of it."
"This house is to preserve lost things. So they don't fall off reality again. You don't feel like that. Lost? Yes, but not the right kind of lost."
"The opposite. He is the anchor, actually, keeping the house and the things grounded in reality," she flickers her ears and tail in a way that communicates exasperation, "he might be too good at it."
"You should ask people, before having them do things like that. And explain it to them.
Too good at it?"
Disapproving tail slash. "I didn't set the up system." To the question she answers. "Cleaning some rooms is supposed to grant magic boons, but he sort of... stops the magic? I figure it's related to his anchoring."
She's not sure if the disapproval is for her. "...Are they treating you alright, whoever did?
Why did you talk to me and not to him?"
"I am alright, all oblivion considered. And he doesn't know how to talk to me, and thinks magic is fake."
"Yes, he doesn't understand me natively, like you do." Her ears twitch. "And he can suppress magic if it's against his expectations. Also, he is coming with dinner."
Ah. "Any magic, or only yours and the house's?" she asks. Turns, meanwhile, to look toward the door.
Henry walks in with a tray he must have scrounged up from somewhere. "Did you say anything?"
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