"Arda?"

This is the worst conversation imaginable and Leareth really does not want to be having it right now. 

Fair enough. Melody can do all of the required conversation-ing, even though she isn't delighted about it either. 

:Sorry, this is where it gets slightly complicated. Leareth and I are both from a world called Velgarth, that has - magical telepathy, and various other Gifts, and also powerful but cryptic gods. Almost three years ago - if I'm getting my timelines right - Leareth was experimenting with Gates, the magic we used to come here, and discovered by accident that you could also get to other worlds that way. He ended up in a world called Arda, which a very short time later ended up at war with one of their local gods. The evil one: 

On reflection she should maybe not be including Leareth on all of this, though it's hard to balance with the fact that he also hates conversations that he can't 'hear' happening around him. 

"...and none of this is coming this way?"

:We think that's very unlikely. There's nothing to set your world apart; one of our, er, researchers found it entirely by accident, didn't think it was that interesting to explore further at the time, and only followed up because when the war heated up again, we needed somewhere to go. The Gates aren't traceable, and also we did it from Arda and when the war started up again this time, it was in Velgarth. Where I think everyone is pretty thoroughly occupied. I...can't categorically promise that it's never going to spill across to your world, but I really highly doubt that the two of us being there is going to affect that one way or another, and we came here at all because it seemed like the chances were very very low: 

"...okay.

Anyway, my job is to handle stuff you don't need medical training for, like bringing you stuff or scheduling stuff so you can sleep uninterrupted. You need anything?"

Oh NO Leareth had completely not thought through the part where he is going to have to SLEEP in an unfamiliar place. Which doesn't have shields. And they have no way of putting shields on it. He shoots Melody a frantic, pleading look. 

Melody might be telepathic but she has no magical ability to interpret pleading looks! That could be about so many different things? 

:Leareth, what?: she sends, privately. 

Words. He can definitely do words about this. It takes a little while, though. 

:...What if I have nightmares and project at everyone: 

Right. That. 

She turns back to Kro, grimacing. :Er, this isn't exactly a request, it's - I don't know what to do about it. Leareth sometimes has nightmares and, er, accidentally does telepathy at anyone within range. It might affect totally un-Gifted people less? And it attenuates pretty fast with distance although we haven't actually tested the range, back home we just have magical shields on his bedroom. But neither of us can make those ourselves: 

"Uh. That does complicate having him sleep in a hospital. I can... ask if there are drugs that help with that, but they probably don't work perfectly and we will get incredibly compensationfined if people wake up with telepathy nightmares."

:I'm really sorry about that! I should absolutely have thought of this sooner but it's been a pretty frazzling day: 

:I could just not sleep tonight: Leareth offers, flatly. 

:...Leareth: Melody says in a tone of patient exasperation. :Let's aim for a solution that isn't stupid: 

"Did you guys come with any..... money. Or something you were expecting to sell. Everything I'm thinking of costs money."

Sigh. :I don't know what your world uses for money. We have some gold but it's all in Valdemaran coinage - er, that's the country I'm from in Velgarth. Arda doesn't really use money at all. We - have some camping gear? I think we had sort of been assuming we would camp out somewhere as a backup option, but I thought it would be a good idea to, er, inform the authorities that we had showed up, to avoid trouble later: 

Maybe this was a BAD PLAN. It certainly seems to be causing an enormous hassle for Melody herself. 

"I mean, gold is fine, we don't use it for money but people will buy it for money and if the coins are neat somebody might pay a markup for them as a collector's item. How much gold are we talking about?" Kro reaches a hand into a floppy part of his iso mask which, it turns out, allows him to scratch the corner of his eye without breaking containment.

Melody goes digging in her pack again and eventually retrieves a leather purse with a drawstring neck. She opens it and shows him. They have fifty Valdemaran gold coins, which are decently large and probably weigh about four grams each. Also some miscellaneous silver and copper coins. 

"Huh! Yeah, that'll fetch a chunk of change, I don't know how much but should be a fair bit. And that'd let you do things like cover the compensationfines or renting a place with more margin and taking housecalls. Do you want me to look up some kind of social work person who can help you with that?"

Melody is still mostly not following the concept attached to 'social work person' but she nods and smiles. :Yes, please, I would really appreciate that. ...Also if it would be possible to get tea at some point, that would be amazing: 

"Okay! Tea and a social worker, coming right up, and my call button's the one with the bowl-of-soup-and-a-pillow, icon, there." And he goes out through the airlock-thing.

Melody relaxes a little, sagging back in her chair. 

:See, Leareth? That went completely fine. We'll get everything sorted out: 

:Leareth are you all right?: