"...E...seo? Corlar. Dosatu."

"Okay, so you're from really far away, got it.  Uh, how did you get here?"

"I jumped in a magic. Aiu thinks you don't have those here though."

"It's apparently a sort of place where things that go into it become magic, basically at random.  That's why her hair's like that; it's not an artefact."

"Oh cool - " starts Piae.

She's interrupted by the return of Emira, who's wearing something across the bottom half of her face.  She pelts a smallish black fabric object at Aiu, tosses one to Piae, and sets one down on the stand next to where Rabka's sitting before circling back to her stool.

"Oh," says Aiu, and after a pause covers his face too.

"- what's going on?"

"I didn't fully realize, because suddenly appearing in my grandfather's cloth shop isn't how most people end up here, but - anytime someone comes to this continent, they have to wear a mask for five days - "

Emira holds her hand up with her thumb and index and middle fingers splayed.

" - Three days?"

Nod.

"Is that just because masks in general have gotten better?"

Nod nod.

"Well, for three days, because different places have different diseases and otherwise a lot of people could get sick.  . . . I don't know what the policy is for babies."

"Oh." She puts the mask on and looks dubiously at Cathei. "I don't think she's sick? I don't think I'm sick either though."

"There's probably a reason the rule is for everyone even though most people aren't sick very often."

Emira pulls a black piece of fabric with red lettering on it out of her pocket, stiffens it into a board with the same wrist flourish that Aiu did with his, looks it over, and hands it to him.

He reads it.  "Huh.  I guess the arrivals outpost has baskets with netting available instead.  Since we've already been outside it's probably not - "

Emira snaps her fingers, with her hand down at her side rather than in the direction of anything in particular.  Quinn re-enters the room and obligingly ducks down to have her ear whispered in, then strides outside.

". . . Or Quinn could go get one."

"I can't keep her in a basket for days! She needs to eat."

"It's not for all the time!  Just when you're out and about and - " he consults the pattern Emira handed him, " - for a total of at least a third of the time over three days.  I assume they're higher-tier items than the masks since there doesn't need to be quite so as many of them and babies are so delicate and important."

"I guess she can sleep in a magic basket."

"Good."  He passes the pattern back to Emira, who de-boards and re-pockets it.  "Say, have either of you heard of someone not being able to use pockets?  Rabka can take the fabric out of them but it was always blank."